He will not do any work; morsels of food just fall into his mouth. Whatever rises up, he turns it into the clapping of cymbals; the whole place is in an uproar. These people are as good as dead while still alive, distributing shame like a feast and drinking it down. They do not even glance at their household, which lies in ruin. Their wives writhe in agony and curse their fate. Says Tuka, well then so be it; take it, O wife, as what was written in your destiny.