She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her,
And happy are all who hold her fast.

Keep your way far from her
And do not go near the door of her house,

She sits at the doorway of her house,
On a seat by the high places of the city,

The wicked earns deceptive wages,
But he who sows righteousness gets a true reward.

The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life,
And he who is wise wins souls.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
But desire fulfilled is a tree of life.

A soothing tongue is a tree of life,
But perversion in it crushes the spirit.

The Lord will tear down the house of the proud,
But He will establish the boundary of the widow.

He who loves transgression loves strife;
He who raises his door seeks destruction.

The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous runs into it and is safe.

As the door turns on its hinges,
So does the sluggard on his bed.

He who tends the fig tree will eat its fruit,
And he who cares for his master will be honored.