Doth not, wisdom, cry aloud? and, understanding, send forth her voice?

hath sent forth her maidens, She crieth aloud, upon the tops of the heights of the city:

As vinegar to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes, so, is the sluggard, to them who send him.

As a ring of gold in the snout of a swine, is a woman of beauty who hath abandoned discretion.

Sound discretion, yieldeth favour, but, the way of the treacherous, is rugged.

Nothing less than rebellion, doth a wicked man seek, and, a relentless messenger, shall be sent out against him.

As the cold of snow in the day of harvest, is a faithful messenger to them who send him, - when, the life of his masters, he restoreth.

Heavy is a stone, and weighty is sand, - but, the vexation of a fool, is heavier than both.