She gives no thought to the way of life. Her ways are crooked, and she doesn't know it.

Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn't know that it will cost his life.

Doesn't wisdom cry out? Doesn't understanding raise her voice?

But he doesn't know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

The slothful man doesn't roast his game, but the possessions of diligent men are prized.

A wise son listens to his father's instruction, but a scoffer doesn't listen to rebuke.

A scoffer seeks wisdom, and doesn't find it, but knowledge comes easily to a discerning person.

A scoffer doesn't love to be reproved; he will not go to the wise.

One who has a perverse heart doesn't find prosperity, and one who has a deceitful tongue falls into trouble.

Wisdom is too high for a fool: he doesn't open his mouth in the gate.

If you say, "Behold, we did not know this;" doesn't he who weighs the hearts consider it? He who keeps your soul, doesn't he know it? Shall he not render to every man according to his work?

Like a fluttering sparrow, like a darting swallow, so the undeserved curse doesn't come to rest.

He who conceals his sins doesn't prosper, but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy.

A stingy man hurries after riches, and doesn't know that poverty waits for him.

There is a generation that curses their father, and doesn't bless their mother.

Sheol, the barren womb; the earth that is not satisfied with water; and the fire that doesn't say, 'Enough.'

The lion, which is mightiest among animals, and doesn't turn away for any;

She perceives that her merchandise is profitable. Her lamp doesn't go out by night.

She looks well to the ways of her household, and doesn't eat the bread of idleness.