16
The fool saith, I have no friends, I have no thank for all my good deeds, and they that eat my bread speak evil of me.
17
How oft, and of how many shall he be laughed to scorn! for he knoweth not aright what it is to have; and it is all one unto him as if he had it not.
18
To slip upon a pavement is better than to slip with the tongue: so the fall of the wicked shall come speedily.
19
An unseasonable tale will always be in the mouth of the unwise.
20
A wise sentence shall be rejected when it cometh out of a fool's mouth; for he will not speak it in due season.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.