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# Chapter 10
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1 Dead flies make the perfumer's ointment give off a stench;
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so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor.
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2 A wise man's heart inclines him to the right,
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but a fool's heart to the left.
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3 Even when the fool walks on the road, he lacks sense,
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and he says to everyone that he is a fool.
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4 If the anger of the ruler rises against you, do not leave your place,
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for calmness will lay great offenses to rest.
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5 There is an evil that I have seen under the sun, as it were an error proceeding from the ruler:
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6 folly is set in many high places, and the rich sit in a low place.
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7 I have seen slaves on horses, and princes walking on the ground like slaves.
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8 He who digs a pit will fall into it,
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and a serpent will bite him who breaks through a wall.
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9 He who quarries stones is hurt by them,
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and he who splits logs is endangered by them.
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10 If the iron is blunt, and one does not sharpen the edge,
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he must use more strength,
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but wisdom helps one to succeed.
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11 If the serpent bites before it is charmed,
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there is no advantage to the charmer.
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12 The words of a wise man's mouth win him favor,
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but the lips of a fool consume him.
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13 The beginning of the words of his mouth is foolishness,
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and the end of his talk is evil madness.
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14 A fool multiplies words,
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though no man knows what is to be,
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and who can tell him what will be after him?
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15 The toil of a fool wearies him,
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for he does not know the way to the city.
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16 Woe to you, O land, when your king is a child,
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and your princes feast in the morning!
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17 Happy are you, O land, when your king is the son of the nobility,
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and your princes feast at the proper time,
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for strength, and not for drunkenness!
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18 Through sloth the roof sinks in,
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and through indolence the house leaks.
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19 Bread is made for laughter,
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and wine gladdens life,
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and money answers everything.
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20 Even in your thoughts, do not curse the king,
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nor in your bedroom curse the rich,
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for a bird of the air will carry your voice,
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or some winged creature tell the matter. |