Because I have called, and ye refuse, I stretched out my hand, and none is attending,

Length of days is in her right hand, In her left are wealth and honour.

Withhold not good from its owners, When thy hand is toward God to do it.

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

My son! if thou hast been surety for thy friend, Hast stricken for a stranger thy hand,

Do this now, my son, and be delivered, For thou hast come into the hand of thy friend. Go, trample on thyself, and strengthen thy friend,

Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

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

Poor is he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.

Hand to hand, the wicked is not acquitted, And the seed of the righteous hath escaped.

The hand of the diligent ruleth, And slothfulness becometh tributary.

Wealth from vanity becometh little, And whoso is gathering by the hand becometh great.

An abomination to Jehovah is every proud one of heart, Hand to hand he is not acquitted.

Why is this -- a price in the hand of a fool to buy wisdom, And a heart there is none?

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

Rivulets of waters is the heart of a king in the hand of Jehovah, Wherever He pleaseth He inclineth it.

He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool.

A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth.

Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.

If thou hast been foolish in lifting up thyself, And if thou hast devised evil -- hand to mouth!

Her hand she hath spread forth to the poor, Yea, her hands she sent forth to the needy.