16Woe to you, O land, whose king is a youth,*
and whose princes feast in the morning!
17Happy are you, O land, whose king is of noble birth,
and whose princes dine at the right time—
for vigor* and not in drinking bouts.
18Because of laziness, the rafters sag;
when hands are slack, the house leaks.
19A feast is made for merriment
and wine gives joy to the living,
but money answers* for everything.
20Even in your thoughts do not curse the king,
nor in the privacy of your bedroom curse the rich;
For the birds of the air may carry your voice,
a winged creature* may tell what you say.