Don't let kindness and truth forsake you. Bind them around your neck. Write them on the tablet of your heart.

Bind them continually on your heart. Tie them around your neck.

Bind them on your fingers. Write them on the tablet of your heart.

One who winks his eyes to plot perversities, one who compresses his lips, is bent on evil.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a child: the rod of discipline drives it far from him.

Who has ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who has gathered the wind in his fists? Who has bound the waters in his garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son's name, if you know?