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17 Blessed art thou, O land, when thy king is the son of nobles,
and thy princes eat in due season,
for strength, and not for drunkenness!

18 By much slothfulness the building decayeth;
and through idleness of the hands the house droppeth through.

19 A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry:
but money answereth all things.

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