Thy lot thou dost cast among us, One purse is -- to all of us.'

My son! my law forget not, And my commands let thy heart keep,

Let not kindness and truth forsake thee, Bind them on thy neck, Write them on the tablet of thy heart,

My son! let them not turn from thine eyes, Keep thou wisdom and thoughtfulness,

And he directeth me, and he saith to me: 'Let thy heart retain my words, Keep my commands, and live.

And the path of the righteous is as a shining light, Going and brightening till the day is established,

Let them not turn aside from thine eyes, Preserve them in the midst of thy heart.

Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.

Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee.

Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth,

A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.

For a lamp is the command, And the law a light, And a way of life are reproofs of instruction,

Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids.

And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,

Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,

Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,

Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso lacketh heart -- she said to him,

The light of the righteous rejoiceth, And the lamp of the wicked is extinguished.

A good man causeth sons' sons to inherit, And laid up for the righteous is the sinner's wealth.

The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart, A good report maketh fat the bone.

In the light of a king's face is life, And his good-will is as a cloud of the latter rain.

Into the centre is the lot cast, And from Jehovah is all its judgment!

The lot causeth contentions to cease, And between the mighty it separateth.

Let not thy heart be envious at sinners, But -- in the fear of Jehovah all the day.

Give, my son, thy heart to me, And let thine eyes watch my ways.

In the falling of thine enemy rejoice not, And in his stumbling let not thy heart be joyful,

Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips.

Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.

A rod and reproof give wisdom, And a youth let away is shaming his mother.

Lest I become satiated, and have denied, And have said, 'Who is Jehovah?' And lest I be poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the name of my God.