For three things the earth is disquieted, And for four which it cannot bear:
Such is the way of an adulterous woman; She eateth, and wipeth her mouth, And saith, I have done no wickedness.
For a servant when he reigneth; And a fool when he is filled with meat;
These six things doth the LORD hate: Yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
Delight is not seemly for a fool; Much less for a servant to have rule over princes.
The horseleach hath two daughters, crying, Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, Yea, four things say not, It is enough: