NAB

Make friends with the doctor, for he is essential to you;
God has also established him in his profession.

From God the doctor has wisdom,
and from the king he receives sustenance.

Knowledge makes the doctor distinguished,
and gives access to those in authority.

God makes the earth yield healing herbs
which the prudent should not neglect;

Was not the water sweetened by a twig,
so that all might learn his power?

He endows people with knowledge,
to glory in his mighty works,

Through which the doctor eases pain,

and the druggist prepares his medicines.
Thus God’s work continues without cease
in its efficacy on the surface of the earth.

My son, when you are ill, do not delay,
but pray to God, for it is he who heals.

Flee wickedness and purify your hands;
cleanse your heart of every sin.

Offer your sweet-smelling oblation and memorial,
a generous offering according to your means.

Then give the doctor his place
lest he leave; you need him too,

For there are times when recovery is in his hands.

He too prays to God
That his diagnosis may be correct
and his treatment bring about a cure.

Whoever is a sinner before his Maker
will be defiant toward the doctor.

My son, shed tears for one who is dead
with wailing and bitter lament;
As is only proper, prepare the body,
and do not absent yourself from the burial.

Weeping bitterly, mourning fully,
pay your tribute of sorrow, as deserved:
A day or two, to prevent gossip;
then compose yourself after your grief.

For grief can bring on death,
and heartache can sap one’s strength.

When a person is carried away, sorrow is over;
and the life of the poor one is grievous to the heart.

Do not turn your thoughts to him again;
cease to recall him; think rather of the end.

Do not recall him, for there is no hope of his return;
you do him no good, and you harm yourself.

Remember that his fate will also be yours;
for him it was yesterday, for you today.

With the dead at rest, let memory cease;
be consoled, once the spirit has gone.

The scribe’s wisdom increases wisdom;
whoever is free from toil can become wise.

How can one become learned who guides the plow,
and thrills in wielding the goad like a lance,
Who guides the ox and urges on the bullock,
and whose every concern is for cattle?

His concern is to plow furrows,
and he is careful to fatten the livestock.

So with every engraver and designer
who, laboring night and day,
Fashions carved seals,
and whose concern is to vary the pattern.
His determination is to produce a lifelike impression,
and he is careful to finish the work.

So too the smith sitting by the anvil,
intent on the iron he forges.
The flame from the fire sears his flesh,
yet he toils away in the furnace heat.
The clang of the hammer deafens his ears;
his eyes are on the object he is shaping.
His determination is to finish the work,
and he is careful to perfect it in detail.

So also the potter sitting at his labor,
revolving the wheel with his feet.
He is always concerned for his products,
and turns them out in quantity.

With his hands he molds the clay,
and with his feet softens it.
His determination is to complete the glazing,
and he is careful to fire the kiln.

All these are skilled with their hands,
each one an expert at his own work;

Without them no city could be lived in,
and wherever they stay, they do not go hungry.
But they are not sought out for the council of the people,

nor are they prominent in the assembly.
They do not sit on the judge’s bench,
nor can they understand law and justice.
They cannot expound discipline or judgment,
nor are they found among the rulers.

Yet they maintain the fabric of the world,
and their concern is for exercise of their skill.