In there being no depths, I was brought forth, In there being no fountains heavy with waters,

In His preparing the heavens I am there, In His decreeing a circle on the face of the deep,

And he hath not known that Rephaim are there, In deep places of Sheol her invited ones!

There is who is scattering, and yet is increased, And who is keeping back from uprightness, only to want.

There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth is abundant.

There is a way -- right before a man, And its latter end are ways of death.

In all labour there is advantage, And a thing of the lips is only to want.

In the fear of Jehovah is strong confidence, And to His sons there is a refuge.

Better is an allowance of green herbs and love there, Than a fatted ox, and hatred with it.

There is a way right before a man, And its latter end -- ways of death.

Why is this -- a price in the hand of a fool to buy wisdom, And a heart there is none?

A man with friends is to show himself friendly, And there is a lover adhering more than a brother!

Chastise thy son, for there is hope, And to put him to death lift not up thy soul.

Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.

There is no wisdom, nor understanding, Nor counsel, over-against Jehovah.

A deep pit is the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.

For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.

So is the knowledge of wisdom to thy soul, If thou hast found that there is a posterity And thy hope is not cut off.

For there is not a posterity to the evil, The lamp of the wicked is extinguished.

Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, Is a man boasting himself in a false gift.

The wicked have fled and there is no pursuer. And the righteous as a young lion is confident.

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

A man often reproved, hardening the neck, Is suddenly broken, and there is no healing.

A wise man is judged by the foolish man, And he hath been angry, And he hath laughed, and there is no rest.

By words a servant is not instructed though he understand, And there is nothing answering.

A king there is not to the locust, And it goeth out -- each one shouting,

Three there are going well, Yea, four are good in going: