Lovingkindness and faithfulness, let them not forsake thee, - bind them, upon thy neck, write them upon the tablet of thy heart:

Length of days, is in her right hand, in her left, are riches and honour;

Let, thine eyes, right onward, look, - and, thine eyelashes, point straight before thee.

Decline not, to the right hand or to the left, - Turn away thy foot from wickedness.

Bind them upon thy fingers, write them, on the tablet of thy heart;

In the lips of the intelligent, is found wisdom, but, a rod, is for the back of him that lacketh sense.

A son of earth, shall not be established, by lawlessness, but, the root of the righteous, shall not be disturbed.

A lawless man craveth the prey of the wicked, but, the root of the righteous, is enduring.

The way of the foolish, is right in his own eyes, but, he that hearkeneth to counsel, is wise.

He that withholdeth his rod, hateth his son, - but, he that loveth him, carefully correcteth him.

In the mouth of the foolish, is a haughty rod, but, as for the lips of the wise, thou shalt give heed to them!

The lips of the wise, scatter abroad knowledge, but, the heart of dullards, is not right.

There is, grievous correction, for him that forsaketh the right path, He that hateth rebuke, shall die.

The way of the sluggard, is like a thorn hedge, but, the path of the upright, is a raised road.

Every way of a man, may be right in his own eyes, but, he that testeth hearts, is Yahweh.

He that soweth perversity, shall reap trouble, and, the rod of his wrath, shall be ready.

Foolishness, is bound up in the heart of a youth, the rod of correction, shall drive it far from him.

Do not withhold, from a child, correction, When thou smitest him with the rod, he shall not die:

Thou, with the rod, shalt smite him, and, his soul from hades, shalt thou deliver.

So shall my reins exult, when thy lips speak the things that are right.

Do not look on wine when it becometh red, when it giveth in the cup its sparkle, glideth down smoothly.

Lips, should one kiss with one who answereth in right words.

A whip for the horse, a bridle a for the ass, and a rod for the back of dullards.

Saith the sluggard, A roaring lion in the road! A tearing lion in the midst of the broadways.

He that hideth her, hideth the wind, and, perfume, his right hand may proclaim.

A rod with rebuke, giveth wisdom, but, a youth unrestrained, bringeth shame to his mother.