‘Bad, bad,’ saith the buyer, And going his way then he boasteth himself.
Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes — be satisfied [with] bread.
Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, [are] lips of knowledge.
There is a thing of which [one] saith: ‘See this, it [is] new!’ already it hath been in the ages that were before us!
Come hath the time, arrived hath the day, The buyer doth not rejoice, And the seller doth not become a mourner, For wrath [is] unto all its multitude.
that no one go beyond and defraud in the matter his brother, because an avenger [is] the Lord of all these, as also we spake before to you and testified,