Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that are sweet.
Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.
In the ears of a fool speak not, For he treadeth on the wisdom of thy words.
Honey thou hast found--eat thy sufficiency, Lest thou be satiated with it, and hast vomited it.
For even thy brethren and the house of thy father, Even they dealt treacherously against thee, Even they--they called after thee fully, Trust not in them, when they speak to thee good things.