Then they call me, and I do not answer, They seek me earnestly, and find me not.

Doth not wisdom call? And understanding give forth her voice?

Unto you, O men, I call, And my voice is unto the sons of men.

To call to those passing by the way, Who are going straight on their paths.

One acquainted with knowledge is sparing his words, And the cool of temper is a man of understanding.

Whoso is devising to do evil, Him they call a master of wicked thoughts.

Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.