Come, let’s drink deeply of lovemaking until morning.
Let’s feast on each other’s love!

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction,
and don’t reject your mother’s teaching,

If they say—“Come with us!
Let’s set an ambush and kill someone.
Let’s attack some innocent person just for fun!

For a man’s ways are before the Lord’s eyes,
and He considers all his paths.

My son, keep your father’s command,
and don’t reject your mother’s teaching.

A large population is a king’s splendor,
but a shortage of people is a ruler’s devastation.

A gossip’s words are like choice food
that goes down to one’s innermost being.

A king’s rage is like the roaring of a lion,
but his favor is like dew on the grass.

A foolish son is his father’s ruin,
and a wife’s nagging is an endless dripping.

Many plans are in a man’s heart,
but the Lord’s decree will prevail.

“It’s worthless, it’s worthless!” the buyer says,
but after he is on his way, he gloats.

A king’s heart is like streams of water in the Lord’s hand:
He directs it wherever He chooses.

A gossip’s words are like choice food
that goes down to one’s innermost being.

Don’t abandon your friend or your father’s friend,
and don’t go to your brother’s house
in your time of calamity;
better a neighbor nearby than a brother far away.