For they shall be a chaplet of grace unto thy head, And chains about thy neck.

So shall they be life unto thy soul, And grace to thy neck.

Surely he scoffeth at the scoffers; But he giveth grace unto the lowly.

She will give to thy head a chaplet of grace; A crown of beauty will she deliver to thee.

The king's wrath is as the roaring of a lion; But his favor is as dew upon the grass.

He that loveth pureness of heart, For the grace of his lips the king will be his friend.

The hay is carried, and the tender grass showeth itself, And the herbs of the mountains are gathered in.

Grace is deceitful, and beauty is vain; But a woman that feareth Jehovah, she shall be praised.