For they sleep not, unless they can do mischief, - They rob themselves of their sleep, if they cannot cause someone to stumble,

Can a man snatch up fire in his bosom, and, his clothes, not be burned?

Or can a man walk upon hot coals, and, his feet, not be burned?

For better is wisdom, than ornaments of coral, and, no delightful things, can equal her.

He that begetteth a dullard, it is to his own grief, neither can the father of the base, rejoice.

The spirit of a man, sustaineth his sickness, but, a dejected spirit, who can bear it?

A kind man one may call, a great man, - but, a faithful man, who can find?

Who can say, I have cleansed my heart, I am pure from my sin?

From Yahweh, are a man's steps, a son of earth, then - how can he discern his way?

Wiser is the sluggard in his own eyes, than, seven persons, who can answer with judgment.

The cruelty of rage, and the overflow of anger! But who can stand before, jealousy?

Neither have I learned wisdom, nor, the knowledge of the Holy Ones, can I acquire.

A virtuous woman, who can find? for, far beyond corals, is her worth.