4 Labour not to make wealth, From thine own understanding cease, Dost thou cause thine eyes to fly upon it? Then it is not.
5 For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to the heavens.
6 Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,
7 For as he hath thought in his soul, so 'is' he, 'Eat and drink,' saith he to thee, And his heart 'is' not with thee.
8 Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that 'are' sweet.
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