How long will you love simplicity, simple ones? And will scorners delight in their scorning? And will fools hate knowledge?

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

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

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

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

All the brothers of the poor man hate him; how much more do his friends go far from him? He pursues them with words, yet they are lacking.

Man's steps are of Jehovah; how can a man then understand his own way?

The sacrifice of the wicked is hateful to God; 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.