And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,

Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.

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

A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.

In the light of a king's face is life, And his good-will is as a cloud of the latter rain.

The face of the intelligent is to wisdom, And the eyes of a fool -- at the end of the earth.

Acceptance of the face of the wicked is not good, To turn aside the righteous in judgment.

Many entreat the face of the noble, And all have made friendship to a man of gifts.

A wicked man hath hardened by his face, And the upright -- he prepareth his way.

And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.

Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.

As in water the face is to face, So the heart of man to man.

Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves,

Many are seeking the face of a ruler, And from Jehovah is the judgment of each.

An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,