A snare to a man is he hath swallowed a holy thing, And after vows to make inquiry.

A wise king is scattering the wicked, And turneth back on them the wheel.

The breath of man is a lamp of Jehovah, Searching all the inner parts of the heart.

The beauty of young men is their strength, And the honour of old men is grey hairs.

Rivulets of waters is the heart of a king in the hand of Jehovah, Wherever He pleaseth He inclineth it.

Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, And Jehovah is pondering hearts.

To do righteousness and judgment, Is chosen of Jehovah rather than sacrifice.

Loftiness of eyes, and breadth of heart, Tillage of the wicked is sin.

The making of treasures by a lying tongue, Is a vanity driven away of those seeking death.

Froward is the way of a man who is vile, And the pure -- upright is his work.

The soul of the wicked hath desired evil, Not gracious in his eyes is his neighbour.

When the scorner is punished, the simple becometh wise, And in giving understanding to the wise He receiveth knowledge.

The Righteous One is acting wisely Towards the house of the wicked, He is overthrowing the wicked for wickedness.

Whoso is shutting his ear from the cry of the poor, He also doth cry, and is not answered.

To do justice is joy to the righteous, But ruin to workers of iniquity.

A man who is wandering from the way of understanding, In an assembly of Rephaim resteth.

Whoso is loving mirth is a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.

The wicked is an atonement for the righteous, And for the upright the treacherous dealer.

A treasure to be desired, and oil, Is in the habitation of the wise, And a foolish man swalloweth it up.

Whoso is pursuing righteousness and kindness, Findeth life, righteousness, and honour.

A city of the mighty hath the wise gone up, And bringeth down the strength of its confidence.

Whoso is keeping his mouth and his tongue, Is keeping from adversities his soul.

Proud, haughty, scorner is his name, Who is working in the wrath of pride.

The sacrifice of the wicked is abomination, Much more when in wickedness he bringeth it.

There is no wisdom, nor understanding, Nor counsel, over-against Jehovah.

A horse is prepared for a day of battle, And the deliverance is of Jehovah!

A name is chosen rather than much wealth, Than silver and than gold -- good grace.

Rich and poor have met together, The Maker of them all is Jehovah.

The prudent hath seen the evil, and is hidden, And the simple have passed on, and are punished.

The end of humility is the fear of Jehovah, Riches, and honour, and life.

Thorns -- snares are in the way of the perverse, Whoso is keeping his soul is far from them.

Give instruction to a youth about his way, Even when he is old he turneth not from it.

The rich over the poor ruleth, And a servant is the borrower to the lender.

Whoso is sowing perverseness reapeth sorrow, And the rod of his anger weareth out.

The good of eye -- he is blessed, For he hath given of his bread to the poor.

Whoso is loving cleanness of heart, Grace are his lips, a king is his friend.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

A deep pit is the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a youth, The rod of chastisement putteth it far from him.

He is oppressing the poor to multiply to him, He is giving to the rich -- only to want.

Incline thine ear, and hear words of the wise, And thy heart set to my knowledge,

Rob not the poor because he is poor, And bruise not the afflicted in the gate.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

By wisdom is a house builded, And by understanding it establisheth itself.

Mighty is the wise in strength, And a man of knowledge is strengthening power,

For by plans thou makest for thyself war, And deliverance is in a multitude of counsellors.

Wisdom is high for a fool, In the gate he openeth not his mouth.

Whoso is devising to do evil, Him they call a master of wicked thoughts.

The thought of folly is sin, And an abomination to man is a scorner.

Thou hast shewed thyself weak in a day of adversity, Straitened is thy power,

When thou sayest, 'Lo, we knew not this.' Is not the Ponderer of hearts He who understandeth? And the Keeper of thy soul He who knoweth? And He hath rendered to man according to his work.

Eat my son, honey that is good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

So is the knowledge of wisdom to thy soul, If thou hast found that there is a posterity And thy hope is not cut off.

For there is not a posterity to the evil, The lamp of the wicked is extinguished.

These also are for the wise: -- To discern faces in judgment is not good.

Whoso is saying to the wicked, 'Thou art righteous,' Peoples execrate him -- nations abhor him.

And to those reproving it is pleasant, And on them cometh a good blessing.

Lips he kisseth who is returning straightforward words.

Say not, 'As he did to me, so I do to him, I render to each according to his work.'

And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!

The honour of God is to hide a thing, And the honour of kings to search out a matter.

Take away the wicked before a king, And established in righteousness is his throne.

Apples of gold in imagery of silver, Is the word spoken at its fit times.

A ring of gold, and an ornament of pure gold, Is the wise reprover to an attentive ear.

As a vessel of snow in a day of harvest, So is a faithful ambassador to those sending him, And the soul of his masters he refresheth.

Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, Is a man boasting himself in a false gift.

By long-suffering is a ruler persuaded, And a soft tongue breaketh a bone.

A maul, and a sword, and a sharp arrow, Is the man testifying against his neighbour a false testimony.

A bad tooth, and a tottering foot, Is the confidence of the treacherous in a day of adversity.

Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, Is as vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.

If he who is hating thee doth hunger, cause him to eat bread, And if he thirst, cause him to drink water.

As cold waters for a weary soul, So is a good report from a far country.

A spring troubled, and a fountain corrupt, Is the righteous falling before the wicked.

The eating of much honey is not good, Nor a searching out of one's own honour -- honour.

A city broken down without walls, Is a man without restraint over his spirit!

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour is not comely for a fool.

As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.

A whip is for a horse, a bridle for an ass, And a rod for the back of fools.

Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes.

He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool.

As one who is binding a stone in a sling, So is he who is giving honour to a fool.

Great is the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors.

As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him!

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'

The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth.