A worker'sappetiteworksfor him, For his hungerurgeshim [on].
In alllaborthere is profit,But meretalk[leads] onlyto poverty.
Thereis a way[which seems] rightto a man,But its endis the wayof death.
A worthlessmandigsup evil,Whilehis wordsare like scorchingfire.
Ifyou are wise,you are wisefor yourself, And if you scoff,you alonewill bearit.
Alla man'slaboris for his mouthand yetthe appetiteis not satisfied.
