CHAPTER 23
When you glance at wealth,
it disappears,
for
it makes
wings for itself
and flies
like an eagle
to the sky.
for
he is keeping track,
inwardly
counting the cost.
“Eat
and drink,”
he says to you,
but his heart
is not
with you.
The father
of a righteous man
will greatly rejoice,
and he who fathers
a wise son
will delight in him.
Who
has woe?
Who
has sorrow?
Who
has contentions?
Who
has complaints?
Who
has needless
wounds?
Who
has bloodshot
eyes?
“They struck me,
but I feel no
pain!
They beat me,
but I did not
know it!
When
can I wake up
to search for
another
drink?”