For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones.

The lips of the righteous delight many, And fools for lack of heart die.

Even of his neighbour is the poor hated, And those loving the rich are many.

Wealth addeth many friends, And the poor from his neighbour is separated.

Many entreat the face of the noble, And all have made friendship to a man of gifts.

Many are the purposes in a man's heart, And the counsel of Jehovah it standeth.

By the transgression of a land many are its heads. And by an intelligent man, Who knoweth right -- it is prolonged.

Many are seeking the face of a ruler, And from Jehovah is the judgment of each.

Many are the daughters who have done worthily, Thou hast gone up above them all.'