For as he hath thought in his soul, so is he, 'Eat and drink,' saith he to thee, And his heart is not with thee.

The father of the righteous rejoiceth greatly, The begetter of the wise rejoiceth in him.

Rejoice doth thy father and thy mother, Yea, she that bare thee is joyful.

Give, my son, thy heart to me, And let thine eyes watch my ways.

Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.

And thou hast been as one lying down in the heart of the sea, And as one lying down on the top of a mast.

For a harlot is a deep ditch, And a strange woman is a strait pit.

See not wine when it showeth itself red, When it giveth in the cup its colour, It goeth up and down through the upright.

When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, Thou considerest diligently that which is before thee,

Withhold not from a youth chastisement, When thou smitest him with a rod he dieth not.

Labour not to make wealth, From thine own understanding cease, Dost thou cause thine eyes to fly upon it? Then it is not.

She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?

Truth buy, and sell not, Wisdom, and instruction, and understanding,

Be not thou among quaffers of wine, Among gluttonous ones of flesh,

Hearken to thy father, who begat thee, And despise not thy mother when she hath become old.

Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.

Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh perverse things.

For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to the heavens.

Hear thou, my son, and be wise, And make happy in the way thy heart,

Let not thy heart be envious at sinners, But -- in the fear of Jehovah all the day.

Bring in to instruction thy heart, And thine ear to sayings of knowledge.

For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness clotheth with rags.

And thou hast put a knife to thy throat, If thou art a man of appetite.

Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,

Thou with a rod smitest him, And his soul from Sheol thou deliverest.

They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'

Remove not a border of olden times, And into fields of the fatherless enter not,

In the ears of a fool speak not, For he treadeth on the wisdom of thy words.

My son, if thy heart hath been wise, My heart rejoiceth, even mine,

For their Redeemer is strong, He doth plead their cause with thee.

Have no desire to his dainties, seeing it is lying food.

For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.

And my reins exult when thy lips speak uprightly.

Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that are sweet.