lest you give your honor to others and your years to the merciless;
lest strangers take their fill of your strength, and your labors go to the house of an alien;
and at the end of your life you groan, when your flesh and body are consumed,
and you say, "How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof!
I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my instructors.
I was at the point of utter ruin in the assembled congregation."
Drink water from your own cistern, flowing water from your own well.
Should your springs be scattered abroad, streams of water in the streets?
Let them be for yourself alone, and not for strangers with you.
Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth,
a lovely hind, a graceful doe. Let her affection fill you at all times with delight, be infatuated always with her love.