1 Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth.2 Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips.3 A stone *is heavy, and the sand is heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both.4 Fury *is fierce, and anger is overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy?5 Better *is open reproof than hidden love.6 Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.7 A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And *to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.8 As a bird wandering from her nest, So *is a man wandering from his place.9 Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one`s friend -- from counsel of the soul.10 Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better *is a near neighbour than a brother afar off.11 Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.12 The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.13 Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.14 Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.15 A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,16 Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.17 Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.18 The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.19 As *in water the face is to face, So the heart of man to man.20 Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.21 A refining pot *is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.22 If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.23 Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves,24 For riches *are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.25 Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.26 Lambs *are for thy clothing, And the price of the field are he-goats,27 And a sufficiency of goats` milk *is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!