How long, you simple ones, will you love simplicity? and the scoffers delight in their scoffing, and fools hate knowledge?

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

How long will you sleep, O sluggard? when will you arise out of your sleep?

Sheol and destruction are before the LORD: how much more then the hearts of the children of men?

A man has joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it!

How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and to get understanding 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 pursues them with words, yet they are nothing to him.

A man's steps are of the LORD; how can a man then understand his own way?

The sacrifice of the wicked is abomination: how much more, when he brings it with a wicked mind?

There is a generation, O how lofty are their eyes! and their eyelids are lifted up.