We swallow them as Sheol -- alive, And whole -- as those going down to the pit,

For wisdom cometh into thy heart, And knowledge to thy soul is pleasant,

And they are life to thy soul, and grace to thy neck.

These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven are abominations to His soul.

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

They do not despise the thief, When he stealeth to fill his soul when he is hungry,

He who committeth adultery with a woman lacketh heart, He is destroying his soul who doth it.

And whoso is missing me, is wronging his soul, All hating me have loved death!

Jehovah causeth not the soul of the righteous to hunger, And the desire of the wicked He thrusteth away.

A kind man is rewarding his own soul, And the fierce is troubling his own flesh.

A liberal soul is made fat, And whoso is watering, he also is watered.

From the fruit of the mouth a man eateth good, And the soul of the treacherous -- violence.

Whoso is keeping his mouth, is keeping his soul, Whoso is opening wide his lips -- ruin to him!

The soul of the slothful is desiring, and hath not. And the soul of the diligent is made fat.

A desire accomplished is sweet to the soul, And an abomination to fools is: Turn from evil.

The righteous is eating to the satiety of his soul, And the belly of the wicked lacketh!

Whoso is slow to anger is of great understanding, And whoso is short in temper is exalting folly.

A man of fury stirreth up contention, And the slow to anger appeaseth strife.

Whoso is refusing instruction is despising his soul, And whoso is hearing reproof Is getting understanding.

A highway of the upright is, 'Turn from evil,' Whoso is preserving his soul is watching his way.

Sayings of pleasantness are a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.

Better is the slow to anger than the mighty, And the ruler over his spirit than he who is taking a city.

The mouth of a fool is ruin to him, And his lips are the snare of his soul.

Also, without knowledge the soul is not good, And the hasty in feet is sinning.

Whoso is getting heart is loving his soul, He is keeping understanding to find good.

Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall, And an indolent soul doth hunger.

Whoso is keeping the command is keeping his soul, Whoso is despising His ways dieth.

Chastise thy son, for there is hope, And to put him to death lift not up thy soul.

The fear of a king is a growl as of a young lion, He who is causing him to be wroth is wronging his soul.

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

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

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

For Jehovah pleadeth their cause, And hath spoiled the soul of their spoilers.

Lest thou learn his paths, And have received a snare to thy soul.

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.

Thou with a rod smitest him, And his soul from Sheol thou deliverest.

Truth buy, and sell not, Wisdom, and instruction, and understanding,

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.

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.

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.

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

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

A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.

A man oppressed with the blood of a soul, Unto the pit fleeth, none taketh hold on him.

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

Men of blood hate the perfect, And the upright seek his soul.

Chastise thy son, and he giveth thee comfort, Yea, he giveth delights to thy soul.

Whoso is sharing with a thief is hating his own soul, Execration he heareth, and telleth not.

Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,