Death and life are in the power of the tongue,
And those who love it will eat its fruit.

A man of too many friends comes to ruin,
But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

He who finds a wife finds a good thing
And obtains favor from the Lord.

A brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city,
And contentions are like the bars of a citadel.

With the fruit of a man’s mouth his stomach will be satisfied;
He will be satisfied with the product of his lips.

The poor man utters supplications,
But the rich man answers roughly.

The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous runs into it and is safe.

A fool does not delight in understanding,
But only in revealing his own mind.

He who separates himself seeks his own desire,
He quarrels against all sound wisdom.

He who gives an answer before he hears,
It is folly and shame to him.

A fool’s lips bring strife,
And his mouth calls for blows.

The first to plead his case seems right,
Until another comes and examines him.

The words of a man’s mouth are deep waters;
The fountain of wisdom is a bubbling brook.

Before destruction the heart of man is haughty,
But humility goes before honor.

He also who is slack in his work
Is brother to him who destroys.

A man’s gift makes room for him
And brings him before great men.

The spirit of a man can endure his sickness,
But as for a broken spirit who can bear it?

The mind of the prudent acquires knowledge,
And the ear of the wise seeks knowledge.

The words of a whisperer are like dainty morsels,
And they go down into the innermost parts of the body.

To show partiality to the wicked is not good,
Nor to thrust aside the righteous in judgment.

A rich man’s wealth is his strong city,
And like a high wall in his own imagination.

The cast lot puts an end to strife
And decides between the mighty ones.

When a wicked man comes, contempt also comes,
And with dishonor comes scorn.

A fool’s mouth is his ruin,
And his lips are the snare of his soul.