If they say, “Come with us,
Let us lie in wait for blood,
Let us ambush the innocent without cause;

For their feet run to evil
And they hasten to shed blood.

But they lie in wait for their own blood;
They ambush their own lives.

Haughty eyes, a lying tongue,
And hands that shed innocent blood,

Wisdom has built her house,
She has hewn out her seven pillars;

The words of the wicked lie in wait for blood,
But the mouth of the upright will deliver them.

The first to plead his case seems right,
Until another comes and examines him.

A wicked man displays a bold face,
But as for the upright, he makes his way sure.

For the Lord will plead their case
And take the life of those who rob them.

For their Redeemer is strong;
He will plead their case against you.

By wisdom a house is built,
And by understanding it is established;

Prepare your work outside
And make it ready for yourself in the field;
Afterwards, then, build your house.

The wicked flee when no one is pursuing,
But the righteous are bold as a lion.

A man who is laden with the guilt of human blood
Will be a fugitive until death; let no one support him.

For the churning of milk produces butter,
And pressing the nose brings forth blood;
So the churning of anger produces strife.