How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? And scoffers delight them in scoffing, And fools hate knowledge?

And say, How have I hated instruction, And my heart despised reproof;

How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?

Behold, the righteous shall be recompensed in the earth: How much more the wicked and the sinner!

Sheol and Abaddon are before Jehovah: How much more then the hearts of the children of men!

A man hath joy in the answer of his mouth; And a word in due season, how good is it!

How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! Yea, to get understanding is rather to be chosen than silver.

All the brethren of the poor do hate him: How much more do his friends go far from him! He pursueth them with words, but they are gone.

A man's goings are of Jehovah; How then can man understand his way?

The righteous man considereth the house of the wicked, How the wicked are overthrown to their ruin.

The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination: How much more, when he bringeth it with a wicked mind!

There is a generation, oh how lofty are their eyes! And their eyelids are lifted up.