Wisdom, in the open place, soundeth forth, in the broadways, she raiseth her voice;

At the head of bustling streets, she crieth aloud, - at the openings of the gates in the city - her sayings, she doth utter: -

For she hath appointed, unto death, her house, and unto the shades, her courses;

More precious, is she, than corals, yea, none of thy delightful things, doth equal her:

A tree of life, is she, to them who secure her, - and, they who hold her fast, are every one to be pronounced happy.

Do not forsake her, and she will guard thee, - love her and she will keep thee.

Exalt her, and she will set thee on high, she will bring thee to honour, when thou dust embrace her:

She will give for thy head, a wreath of beauty, A crown of adorning, will she bestow upon thee.

Take fast hold of correction, let her not go, - keep her, for, she, is thy life.

Lest, the path of life, she should ponder, her tracks have wandered she knoweth not whither .

Boisterous, is she, and rebellious, In her house, abide not her feet;

Now outside, now in the broadways, and, near every corner, she lieth in wait:

So she caught him, and kissed him, and, embolding her face, she said to him:

She turneth him aside, with her great persuasiveness, - with the flattery of her lips, she compelleth him:

For, many, wounded, hath she caused to fail, - yea strong men, slain wholly by her:

At the top of the high places above the way, at the place where paths meet, she taketh her stand:

Beside the gates, at the entrance of the city, - at the going in of the openings, she shouteth: -

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

Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither, as for him that lacketh sense, she saith to him -

The woman Stupidity, is boisterous, so simple that she knoweth not what she would do;

So she sitteth at the entrance of her house, upon a seat, in the heights of the city;

Whoso is simple, let him turn aside hither, and, as for him that lacketh sense, she saith to him:

A virtuous woman, is the crown of her husband, but, a veritable decay in his bones, is she that causeth shame.

Hearken to thy father here, who begat thee, and despise not, when she is old, thy mother.

Rejoice shall thy father and thy mother, yea she, shall exult, who bare thee.

Yea, she, as for prey, lieth in wait, and, the treacherous among mankind, she causeth to abound.

So, is the way of a woman committing adultery, - she eateth, and wipeth her mouth, and saith, I have done no iniquity!

Under three things, a land is stirred, yea, under four, she cannot bear up:

Under a hateful woman, when she is married, and a handmaid when she driveth out her mistress.

She doeth him good and not evil, all the days of her life:

She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands:

She is like the ships of the merchant, from afar, she bringeth in her food;

And she riseth, while yet it is night, and giveth food to her household, and a task to her maidens:

She considereth a field, and procureth it, Out of the fruit of her hands, she planteth a vineyard:

She girdeth, with strength her loins, and putteth vigour into her arms:

She tasteth, whether, good, be her merchandise, and her lamp, goeth not out by night:

Her hands, she putteth forth to the distaff, and, her palms, lay hold of the spindle:

Her palm, she spreadeth out to the oppressed, and, her hands, she extendeth to the needy:

She feareth not, for her household, because of the snow, for, all her household, are clothed with crimson:

Coverlets, she maketh for herself, Of white linen and of purple, is her clothing:

Fine linen wraps, she maketh and selleth, and, girdles, doth she deliver to the trader:

Strength and dignity, are her clothing, and she laugheth at the time to come:

Her mouth, she openeth with wisdom, and, the instruction of kindness, is on her tongue:

She looketh well to the goings of her household, and, the bread of idleness, will she not eat.

Deceitful is loveliness and vain is beauty, The woman that revereth Yahweh, she, shall be praised: