A tree of life she is to those laying hold on her, And whoso is retaining her is happy.

O the happiness of the man hearkening to me, To watch at my doors day by day, To watch at the door-posts of my entrance.

The wicked is getting a lying wage, And whoso is sowing righteousness -- a true reward.

The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, And whoso is taking souls is wise.

Hope prolonged is making the heart sick, And a tree of life is the coming desire.

A true witness is delivering souls, And a deceitful one breatheth out lies.

A healed tongue is a tree of life, And perverseness in it -- a breach in the spirit.

A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And the trier of hearts is Jehovah.

An evil doer is attentive to lips of vanity, Falsehood is giving ear to a mischievous tongue.

A tower of strength is the name of Jehovah, Into it the righteous runneth, and is set on high.

The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed.

The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.