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.