Do not let truth and mercy leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.

Bind them on your heart continually; fasten them around your neck.

Bind them on your forearm; write them on the tablet of your heart.

So she sits at the door of her house, on a seat at the highest point of the city,

Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far from him.

If you should pound the fool in the mortar among the grain with the pestle, his foolishness would not depart from him.

Who has ascended into heaven, and then descended? Who has gathered up the winds in his fists? Who has bound up the waters in his cloak? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son's name? -- if you know!