The appetite of the labouring man laboureth for him; For his mouth craveth it of him.
In all labour there is profit: But the talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.
There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, But the end thereof are the ways of death.
A worthless man deviseth mischief: And in his lips there is as a scorching fire.
If thou art wise, thou art wise for thyself: And if thou scornest, thou alone shalt bear it.
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.