Turn back at my reproof, lo, I pour forth to you my spirit, I make known my words with you.

Lest strangers be filled with thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,

Poor is he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.

The wealth of the rich is his strong city, The ruin of the poor is their poverty.

There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth is abundant.

The ransom of a man's life are his riches, And the poor hath not heard rebuke.

Abundance of food -- the tillage of the poor, And substance is consumed without judgment.

Without oxen a stall is clean, And great is the increase by the power of the ox.

Even of his neighbour is the poor hated, And those loving the rich are many.

An oppressor of the poor reproacheth his Maker, And whoso is honouring Him Is favouring the needy.

An abomination to Jehovah are thoughts of wickedness, And pure are sayings of pleasantness.

All the ways of a man are pure in his own eyes, And Jehovah is pondering the spirits.

Better is humility of spirit with the poor, Than to apportion spoil with the proud.

Whoso is mocking at the poor Hath reproached his Maker, Whoso is rejoicing at calamity is not acquitted.

The meeting of a bereaved bear by a man, And -- not a fool in his folly.

A provocation to his father is a foolish son, And bitterness to her that bare him.

The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?

A brother transgressed against is as a strong city, And contentions as the bar of a palace.

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

With supplications doth the poor speak, And the rich answereth fierce things.

Better is the poor walking in his integrity, Than the perverse in his lips, who is a fool.

Wealth addeth many friends, And the poor from his neighbour is separated.

All the brethren of the poor have hated him, Surely also his friends have been far from him, He is pursuing words -- they are not!

Whoso is lending to Jehovah is favouring the poor, And his deed He repayeth to him.

The desirableness of a man is his kindness, And better is the poor than a liar.

Even by his actions a youth maketh himself known, Whether his work be pure or upright.

Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied with bread.

'Bad, bad,' saith the buyer, And going his way then he boasteth himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

Better is the poor walking in his integrity, Than the perverse of ways who is rich.

Whoso is multiplying his wealth by biting and usury, For one favouring the poor doth gather it.

A rich man is wise in his own eyes, And the intelligent poor searcheth him.

A growling lion, and a ranging bear, Is the wicked ruler over a poor people.

Whoso is giving to the poor hath no lack, And whoso is hiding his eyes multiplied curses.

The righteous knoweth the plea of the poor, The wicked understandeth not knowledge.

The poor and the man of frauds have met together, Jehovah is enlightening the eyes of them both.

a king that is judging truly the poor, His throne for ever is established.

Lest I become satiated, and have denied, And have said, 'Who is Jehovah?' And lest I be poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the name of my God.

A generation -- pure in their own eyes, But from their own filth not washed.

A generation -- swords are their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from among men.

For three things hath earth been troubled, And for four -- it is not able to bear:

Open thy mouth, judge righteously, Both the cause of the poor and needy!'

Her hand she hath spread forth to the poor, Yea, her hands she sent forth to the needy.