13. At the beginning their words are folly; at the end they are wicked madness—
14. and fools multiply words. No one knows what is coming— who can tell someone else what will happen after them?
15. The toil of fools wearies them; they do not know the way to town.
16. Woe to the land whose king was a servant and whose princes feast in the morning.
17. Blessed is the land whose king is of noble birth and whose princes eat at a proper time— for strength and not for drunkenness.