14. And the fool multiplieth words: `Man knoweth not that which is, And that which is after him, who doth declare to him?'
15. The labour of the foolish wearieth him, In that he hath not known to go unto the city.
16. Woe to thee, O land, when thy king [is] a youth, And thy princes do eat in the morning.
17. Happy 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.