Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.

Wisdom in an out-place crieth aloud, In broad places she giveth forth her voice,

For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.

Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.

Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.

Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life.

The fear of Jehovah is to hate evil; Pride, and arrogance, and an evil way, And a froward mouth, I have hated.

In there being no depths, I was brought forth, In there being no fountains heavy with waters,

Before mountains were sunk, Before heights, I was brought forth.

Rejoicing in the habitable part of His earth, And my delights are with the sons of men.

'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.

'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

Pride hath come, and shame cometh, And with the lowly is wisdom.

Better is the lightly esteemed who hath a servant, Than the self-honoured who lacketh bread.

Whoso is tilling the ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanities is lacking heart,

A vain man through pride causeth debate, And with the counselled is wisdom.

In the mouth of a fool is a rod of pride, And the lips of the wise preserve them.

The house of the proud Jehovah pulleth down, And He setteth up the border of the widow.

An abomination to Jehovah is every proud one of heart, Hand to hand he is not acquitted.

Before destruction is pride, And before stumbling -- a haughty spirit.'

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

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

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.

And a sufficiency of goats' milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!

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

Whoso is tilling his ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanity, Is filled with poverty.

To discern faces is not good, And for a piece of bread doth a man transgress.

Whoso is proud in soul stirreth up contention, And whoso is trusting on Jehovah is made fat.

The pride of man humbleth him, And humility of spirit upholdeth honour.

Vanity and a lying word put far from me, Poverty or wealth give not to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,

For a servant when he reigneth, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,

She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she bringeth in her bread.

She is watching the ways of her household, And bread of sloth she eateth not.