For three things the earth doth tremble, And for four, which it cannot bear:
Delicate living 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 that say not, Enough:
So 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 is king; And a fool when he is filled with meat;
There be six things which the LORD hateth; Yea, seven which are an abomination unto him: