`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,