She does not ponder the path of life;
Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.

The one who commits adultery with a woman is lacking sense;
He who would destroy himself does it.

Until an arrow pierces through his liver;
As a bird hastens to the snare,
So he does not know that it will cost him his life.

Does not wisdom call,
And understanding lift up her voice?

But he does not know that the dead are there,
That her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

The merciful man does himself good,
But the cruel man does himself harm.

A lazy man does not roast his prey,
But the precious possession of a man is diligence.

A wise son accepts his father’s discipline,
But a scoffer does not listen to rebuke.

The heart knows its own bitterness,
And a stranger does not share its joy.

A scoffer does not love one who reproves him,
He will not go to the wise.

He who winks his eyes does so to devise perverse things;
He who compresses his lips brings evil to pass.

He who sires a fool does so to his sorrow,
And the father of a fool has no joy.

A fool does not delight in understanding,
But only in revealing his own mind.

The sluggard does not plow after the autumn,
So he begs during the harvest and has nothing.

All day long he is craving,
While the righteous gives and does not hold back.

Wisdom is too exalted for a fool,
He does not open his mouth in the gate.

If you say, “See, we did not know this,”
Does He not consider it who weighs the hearts?
And does He not know it who keeps your soul?
And will He not render to man according to his work?

Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying,
So a curse without cause does not alight.

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

For riches are not forever,
Nor does a crown endure to all generations.

A man with an evil eye hastens after wealth
And does not know that want will come upon him.

The righteous is concerned for the rights of the poor,
The wicked does not understand such concern.

There is a kind of man who curses his father
And does not bless his mother.

The lion which is mighty among beasts
And does not retreat before any,

She does him good and not evil
All the days of her life.

She senses that her gain is good;
Her lamp does not go out at night.

She looks well to the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.