13 At the beginning their words are folly;at the end they are wicked madness –
14 and fools multiply words.No one knows what is coming –who can tell someone else what will happen after them?
15 The toil of fools wearies them;they do not know the way to town.
16 Woe to the land whose king was a servantand whose princes feast in the morning.
17 Blessed is the land whose king is of noble birthand whose princes eat at a proper time –for strength and not for drunkenness.
18 Through laziness, the rafters sag;because of idle hands, the house leaks.
19 A feast is made for laughter,wine makes life merry,and money is the answer for everything.