14And the fool multiplieth words: `Man knoweth not that which is, And that which is after him, who doth declare to him?`
15The labour of the foolish wearieth him, In that he hath not known to go unto the city.
16Wo to thee, O land, when thy king [is] a youth, And thy princes do eat in the morning.
17Happy art thou, O land, When thy king [is] a son of freemen, And thy princes do eat in due season, For might, and not for drunkenness.
18By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.
19For mirth they are making a feast, And wine maketh life joyful, And the silver answereth with all.
20Even in thy mind a king revile not, And in the inner parts of thy bed-chamber Revile not the rich: For a fowl of the heavens causeth the voice to go, And a possessor of wings declareth the word.
