And strangerswill be filledwith your strengthAnd your hard-earnedgoods[will go] to the houseof an alien;
A manwho loveswisdommakeshis fatherglad,But he who keepscompanywith harlotswastes[his] wealth.
Do not giveyour strengthto women,Or your waysto that which destroyskings.
And you groanat your finalend,When your fleshand your bodyare consumed;
Oryou will giveyour vigorto othersAnd your yearsto the cruelone;
For on accountof a harlot[one is reduced] to a loafof bread,And an adulteresshuntsfor the preciouslife.
He will not acceptanyransom,Norwill he be satisfiedthoughyou givemanygifts.
Strangersdevourhis strength,Yet he does not know[it]; Grayhairsalsoare sprinkledon him, Yet he does not know[it].
but whenthissonof yourscame,who has devouredyour wealthwith prostitutes,you killedthe fattenedcalffor him.'
