16 Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child, and thy princes banquet in the morning!
17 Blessed art thou, O land, when thy king is the son of nobles, and thy princes eat in due season for strength, and not for drunkenness!
18 By much slothfulness the building decays, and through idleness of the hands the rain drips throughout the house.
19 The banquet is made for pleasure, and wine makes merry; but money answers all things.
20 Do not curse the king, not even in thy thought; and do not curse the rich even in the secret place of thy bedchamber; for the birds of the air shall carry the voice, and those who have wings shall tell the matter.