Know well the state of your flocks, And pay attention to your herds:
For riches are not forever, Nor does even the crown endure to all generations.
The hay is removed, and the new growth appears, The grasses of the hills are gathered in.
The lambs are for your clothing, And the goats are the price of a field.
There will be plenty of goats' milk for your food, For your family's food, And for the nourishment of your servant girls.