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

In His preparing the heavens I am there, In His decreeing a circle on the face of the deep,

Then I am near Him, a workman, And I am a delight -- day by day. Rejoicing before Him at all times,

Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, are lips of knowledge.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, Is as vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'

For I am more brutish than any one, And have not the understanding of a man.