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

How happy the man who hath found wisdom, and the man who draweth forth understanding,

And thou shalt say - How I hated correction! and, reproof, my heart disdained;

How long, O sluggard, wilt thou lie? how long ere thou rise from thy sleep?

Now, therefore, ye sons, hearken to me, for how happy are they who, to my ways, pay regard!

How happy the man that doth hearken to me, - keeping guard at my doors, day by day, watching at the posts of my gates;

Lo! the righteous, in the earth shall be recompensed, how much more the lawless and the sinner.

He that sheweth contempt for his neighbour, sinneth, but, he that sheweth favour to the afflicted, how happy is he!

Hades and destruction, are before Yahweh, how much more then, the hearts of the sons of men.

A man hath joy, in the answer of his own mouth, and, a word in its season, - how good!

To acquire wisdom, how much better than gold! and, to get hold of understanding, more choice than silver!

He that showeth discretion concerning a matter, shall find good, and, he that trusteth in Yahweh, how happy is he!

All the brethren of a poor man, hate him, how much more have, his friends, gone far from him, he may hunt up promises - there are none.

Unseemly for dullard, is delicate living, how much more for, a servant, to bear rule over princes.

As for a righteous man, walking in his integrity, how happy are his children after him!

From Yahweh, are a man's steps, a son of earth, then - how can he discern his way?

The sacrifice of the lawless, is an abomination, how much more, when, with wickedness, he bringeth it in!

How happy the man who is ever circumspect, whereas, he that hardeneth his heart, shall fall into calamity.

Where there is no vision, a people is let loose, but, he that keepeth instruction, how happy is he!

A generation! How lofty are its eyes, and its eyelashes uplifted.