Don't slander a servant to his master; otherwise, the servant will curse you, and you will be guilty.
There are those who curse their father and don't bless their mother.
There are those who think they are clean, but haven't washed off their own excrement.
There are those— how arrogant are their eyes; how their eyebrows are raised!
There are those whose teeth are swords; their jaw is a butcher's knife, ready to devour the needy from the earth, and the poor from humanity.
The leech has two daughters: “Give, give!” There are three things that are never satisfied, four that never say, “Enough!”:
the grave and a barren womb, a land never filled with water, and fire that doesn't say, “Enough!”
An eye that mocks a father and rejects obedience to a mother, may the ravens of the river valley peck it out, and the eagle's young eat it.
Three things are too wonderful for me, four that I can't figure out:
the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on the rock, the way of a ship out on the open sea, and the way of a man with a young woman.
This is the way of an adulterous woman: she eats and wipes her mouth, and she says, "I've done nothing wrong!"
At three things the earth trembles, at four it can't bear up:
at a servant when he becomes king and fools when they are full of food;
at a detested woman when she gets married and a female servant when she replaces her mistress.
Four things are among the smallest on earth, but they are extremely wise:
Ants as creatures aren't strong, but they store away their food in the summer.
Badgers as creatures aren't powerful, but they make their homes in the rocks.
Locusts don't have a king, but they march together in ranks.
You can catch lizards in your hand, but they are in kings' palaces.
There are three things that are excellent in their stride, four that are excellent as they walk:
a lion, a warrior among beasts, which doesn't back down at anything;
the strut of a rooster or a male goat; and a king with his army.
If you've been foolish and arrogant, if you've been scheming, put your hand to your mouth,
because churning milk makes curds, squeezing the nose brings blood, and stirring up anger produces strife.