Many are the devices in a man's heart, but, the counsel of Yahweh, that, shall stand.

The charm of a man, is his lovingkindness, - and better a poor man, than one who deceiveth.

The reverence of Yahweh, leadeth to life, satisfied then, let a man remain - let him not be visited by calamity.

A sluggard burieth his hand in the dish, even unto his own mouth, will he not bring it back.

Cease, my son, to hear instruction that would cause thee to wander from the sayings of knowledge.

An abandoned witness, scorneth justice, and, the mouth of lawless men, swalloweth iniquity.

A lender to Yahweh, is one who sheweth favour to the poor, and, his good deed, He will pay him back.

The discretion of a man, deferreth his anger, and, his adorning, is to pass over transgression.

Better is a poor man, walking in his integrity, than one of perverse lips, and, he, a dullard.

Correct thy son, because there is hope, yet, not so as to slay him, let thy passion be excited.

Surely, for the soul to be, without knowledge, is not good, and, he that hasteth with his feet, strayeth.

The folly of a man, subverteth his way, and, against Yahweh, his heart is angry.

House and substance, are an inheritance from one's fathers, but, from Yahweh, cometh a wife who is prudent.

He that ruineth his father, and chaseth away his mother, is a son causing shame and reproach.

Hear counsel, receive correction, that thou mayest be wise in thine after-life.

The scoffer, thou shalt smite, and, the simple, will beware, but correct a man of intelligence - he will understand teaching.

Engulfing ruin to his father, is a son that is a dullard, - and, a continuous dripping, are the contentions of a wife.

A false witness, shall not be held innocent, and, he that uttereth lies, shall not escape.

Prepared for scoffers, are punishments, and stripes, for the back of dullards.

Sloth, falleth into a deep sleep, and, a soul that is indolent, shall famish.

One who guardeth the commandment, guardeth his life, he that is reckless in his ways, shall die.

A man in a rage, taketh away the penalty, - nevertheless, if thou let him go free, the more stripes must thou add.

He that acquireth sense, loveth his own soul, he that guardeth understanding, shall find blessing.

Wealth, addeth many friends, but, the poor man, from his own friend, is parted.

A false witness, shall not be held innocent, and, he that uttereth lies, shall perish.

Many, will entreat the favour of a noble, and, every one, is a friend to a man abounding in gifts.

Unseemly for dullard, is delicate living, how much more for, a servant, to bear rule over princes.

The growl as of a young lion, is the rage of a king, but, like dew upon the grass, is his good pleasure.

All the brethren of a poor man, hate him, how much more have, his friends, gone far from him, he may hunt up promises - there are none.