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If they say, 'Come with us, we lay wait for blood, We watch secretly for the innocent without cause,

Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.

And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives.

So are the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.

Wisdom in an out-place crieth aloud, In broad places she giveth forth her voice,

At the head of the multitudes she calleth, In the openings of the gates, In the city her sayings she saith:

Turn back at my reproof, lo, I pour forth to you my spirit, I make known my words with you.

And they eat of the fruit of their way, And from their own counsels they are filled.

For the upright do inhabit the earth, And the perfect are left in it,

A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.

In thy going up and down, it leadeth thee, In thy lying down, it watcheth over thee, And thou hast awaked -- it talketh with thee.

For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,

Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life.

At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she hath stood,

At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud,

I, wisdom, have dwelt with prudence, And a knowledge of devices I find out.

While He had not made the earth, and out-places, And the top of the dusts of the world.

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.

Wisdom hath builded her house, She hath hewn out her pillars -- seven.

'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.

The instructor of a scorner Is receiving for it -- shame, And a reprover of the wicked -- his blemish.

If thou hast been wise, thou hast been wise for thyself, And thou hast scorned -- thyself bearest it.

A foolish woman is noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.

And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,

The feared thing of the wicked it meeteth him, And the desire of the righteous is given.

The mouth of the righteous uttereth wisdom, And the tongue of frowardness is cut out.

The righteous from distress is drawn out, And the wicked goeth in instead of him.

Whoso is earnestly seeking good Seeketh a pleasing thing, And whoso is seeking evil -- it meeteth him.

The words of the wicked are: 'Lay wait for blood,' And the mouth of the upright delivereth them.

In transgression of the lips is the snare of the wicked, And the righteous goeth out from distress.

Whoso is despising the Word is destroyed for it, And whoso is fearing the Command is repayed.

Every prudent one dealeth with knowledge, And a fool spreadeth out folly.

The evil have bowed down before the good, And the wicked at the gates of the righteous.

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

In the heart of the intelligent wisdom doth rest. And in the midst of fools it is known.

The fury of a king is messengers of death, And a wise man pacifieth it.

A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.

A stone of grace is the bribe in the eyes of its possessors, Whithersoever it turneth, it prospereth.

The face of the intelligent is to wisdom, And the eyes of a fool -- at the end of the earth.

The gift of a man maketh room for him, And before the great it leadeth him.

The lot causeth contentions to cease, And between the mighty it separateth.

A false witness is not acquitted, Whoso breatheth out lies is not delivered.

A false witness is not acquitted, And whoso breatheth out lies perisheth.

A man of great wrath is bearing punishment, For, if thou dost deliver, yet again thou dost add.

The slothful hath hidden his hand in a dish, Even unto his mouth he bringeth it not back.

Take his garment when a stranger hath been surety, And for strangers pledge it.

An inheritance gotten wrongly at first, Even its latter end is not blessed.

The sacrifice of the wicked is abomination, Much more when in wickedness he bringeth it.