13 Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied 'with' bread.
14 'Bad, bad,' saith the buyer, And going his way then he boasteth himself.
15 Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, 'are' lips of knowledge.
16 Take his garment when a stranger hath been surety, And for strangers pledge it.
17 Sweet to a man 'is' the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled 'with' gravel.
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