For as the cracklingof thornbushesundera pot,Sois the laughterof the fool;And thistoois futility.
They surroundedme like bees;They were extinguishedas a fireof thorns;In the nameof the LORDI will surelycutthem off.
Beforeyour potscan feel[the fire of] thornsHe will sweepthem awaywith a whirlwind,the greenand the burningalike.
When a wisemanhasa controversywith a foolishman,The foolish man either ragesor laughs,and thereis norest.
I saidof laughter,"It is madness,"and of pleasure,"Whatdoes it accomplish?"
"Then I will turnyour festivalsinto mourningAnd allyour songsinto lamentation;And I will bringsackclothon everyone'sloinsAnd baldnesson everyhead.And I will makeit like [a time of] mourningfor an onlyson,And the endof it will be like a bitterday.
"But Abrahamsaid,'Child,rememberthat duringyour lifeyou receivedyour good things,and likewiseLazarusbad things;but nowhe is being comfortedhere,and you are in agony.
"Woeto you who are well-fednow,for you shall be hungry.Woe[to you] who laughnow,for you shall mournand weep.
