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

Mine is counsel and substance, I am understanding, I have might.

Better is the slow to anger than the mighty, And the ruler over his spirit than he who is taking a city.

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

A city of the mighty hath the wise gone up, And bringeth down the strength of its confidence.

Mighty is the wise in strength, And a man of knowledge is strengthening power,

An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,

She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.