Whoso is gathering in summer `is' a wise son, Whoso is sleeping in harvest `is' a son causing shame.
Poor `is' he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
Blessings `are' for the head of the righteous, And the mouth of the wicked cover doth violence.
A virtuous woman `is' a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones `is' one causing shame.
A wise servant ruleth over a son causing shame, And in the midst of brethren He apportioneth an inheritance.
Whoso is spoiling a father causeth a mother to flee, A son causing shame, and bringing confusion.
Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.
The ants `are' a people not strong, And they prepare in summer their food,
Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;
She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.