Health of flesh (?) have I desired more than fine gold; And a joyful spirit more than rubies.
There is no wealth above wealth of sound flesh (?); And no good above goodness of heart.
Better is to die than a life of vanity; And eternal rest than continual pain. Better is to die than life that is evil; And to go down to Sheol than lasting pain.
Goodness poured upon a mouth that is closed Is as an offering laid before a gravestone (?).
What can it profit idols of the nations, Which eat not, neither do they smell?