She is more precious than rubies: And none of the things thou canst desire are to be compared unto her.

But the path of the righteous is as the dawning light, That shineth more and more unto the perfect day.

When the whirlwind passeth, the wicked is no more; But the righteous is an everlasting foundation.

There is that scattereth, and increaseth yet more; And there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth only to want.

Behold, the righteous shall be recompensed in the earth: How much more the wicked and the sinner!

Sheol and Abaddon are before Jehovah: How much more then the hearts of the children of men!

All the brethren of the poor do hate him: How much more do his friends go far from him! He pursueth them with words, but they are gone.

To do righteousness and justice Is more acceptable to Jehovah than sacrifice.

The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination: How much more, when he bringeth it with a wicked mind!

Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? There is more hope of a fool than of him.

He that rebuketh a man shall afterward find more favor Than he that flattereth with the tongue.

Seest thou a man that is hasty in his words? There is more hope of a fool than of him.

Surely I am more brutish than any man, And have not the understanding of a man;

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