My son! to my wisdom give attention, To mine understanding incline thine ear,

And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear.

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

Better is my fruit than gold, even fine gold, And mine increase than choice silver.

My son, if thy heart hath been wise, My heart rejoiceth, even mine,

A fool bringeth out all his mind, And the wise till afterwards restraineth it.