1 Honour a physician according to your need with the honours due to him,
2 For healing comes from the Most High,
3 The skill of the physician will lift up his head.
4 The Lord created medicines out of the earth.
5 Wasn’t water made sweet with wood,
6 He gave men skill
7 With them he heals
8 With these, the pharmacist makes a mixture.
9 My son, in your sickness don’t be negligent,
10 Put away wrong doing, and direct your hands in righteousness.
11 Give a sweet savour and a memorial of fine flour,
12 Then give place to the physician, for truly the Lord has created him.
13 There is a time when recovery is in their hands.
14 For they also shall ask the Lord
15 He who sins before his Maker,
16 My son, let your tears fall over the dead,
17 Make bitter weeping and make passionate wailing.
18 For from sorrow comes death.
19 In calamity, sorrow also remains.
20 Don’t give your heart to sorrow.
21 Don’t forget it, for there is no returning again.
22 Remember his end, for so also will yours be:
23 When the dead is at rest, let his remembrance rest.
24 The wisdom of the scribe comes by the opportunity of leisure.
25 How could he become wise who holds the plough,
26 He will set his heart upon turning his furrows.
27 So is every craftsman and master artisan
28 So too is the smith sitting by the anvil
29 So is the potter sitting at his work
30 He will fashion the clay with his arm
31 All these put their trust in their hands.
32 Without these no city would be inhabited.
33 They won’t be sought for in the council of the people.
34 But they will maintain the fabric of the age.