She is more precious than jewels;
And nothing you desire compares with her.

“I have sprinkled my bed
With myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.

When the whirlwind passes, the wicked is no more,
But the righteous has an everlasting foundation.

There is one who scatters, and yet increases all the more,
And there is one who withholds what is justly due, and yet it results only in want.

If the righteous will be rewarded in the earth,
How much more the wicked and the sinner!

The wicked are overthrown and are no more,
But the house of the righteous will stand.

In all labor there is profit,
But mere talk leads only to poverty.

Sheol and Abaddon lie open before the Lord,
How much more the hearts of men!

All the brothers of a poor man hate him;
How much more do his friends abandon him!
He pursues them with words, but they are gone.

There is gold, and an abundance of jewels;
But the lips of knowledge are a more precious thing.

To do righteousness and justice
Is desired by the Lord more than sacrifice.

The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination,
How much more when he brings it with evil intent!

A good name is to be more desired than great wealth,
Favor is better than silver and gold.

He who oppresses the poor to make more for himself
Or who gives to the rich, will only come to poverty.

Do you see a man wise in his own eyes?
There is more hope for a fool than for him.

He who rebukes a man will afterward find more favor
Than he who flatters with the tongue.

Do you see a man who is hasty in his words?
There is more hope for a fool than for him.

Surely I am more stupid than any man,
And I do not have the understanding of a man.

Let him drink and forget his poverty
And remember his trouble no more.