Turn aside from thee a froward mouth, And perverse lips put far from thee,

Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,

All the brethren of the poor have hated him, Surely also his friends have been far from him, He is pursuing words -- they are not!

Thorns -- snares are in the way of the perverse, Whoso is keeping his soul is far from them.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a youth, The rod of chastisement putteth it far from him.

Far is Jehovah from the wicked, And the prayer of the righteous He heareth.

A woman of worth who doth find? Yea, far above rubies is her price.

As cold waters for a weary soul, So is a good report from a far country.

Vanity and a lying word put far from me, Poverty or wealth give not to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,