An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, But she who shames him is like rottenness in his bones.
A tranquil heart is life to the body, But passion is rottenness to the bones.
I heard and my inward parts trembled, At the sound my lips quivered. Decay enters my bones, And in my place I tremble. Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress, For the people to arise who will invade us.
For a man ought not to have his head covered, since he is the image and glory of God; but the woman is the glory of man.
The wise woman builds her house, But the foolish tears it down with her own hands.
A foolish son is destruction to his father, And the contentions of a wife are a constant dripping.
It is better to live in a corner of a roof Than in a house shared with a contentious woman.
It is better to live in a desert land Than with a contentious and vexing woman.
A constant dripping on a day of steady rain And a contentious woman are alike;
An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels.
However, in the Lord, neither is woman independent of man, nor is man independent of woman.