Where there are no oxen, the stalls are clean, but from the strength of the ox comes an abundant harvest.
The fallow field of the poor yields much food, but it is swept away by injustice.
“So also, I myself have given you cleanness of teeth in all your cities and lack of bread in all your places— yet you have not returned to Me,” declares Adonai.
Our oxen bear a heavy load. There is no breach, no going into captivity, no outcry in our streets.
In the mouth of a fool is a rod for his back, but the lips of the wise protect them.
A trustworthy witness does not lie, but a false witness breathes out lies.
Will you rely on it for its great strength? Will you leave your labor to it?