If thou liest down, thou art not afraid, Yea, thou hast lain down, And sweet hath been thy sleep.

Say to wisdom, 'My sister Thou art.' And cry to understanding, 'Kinswoman!'

Sorrow in the heart of a man boweth down, And a good word maketh him glad.

A false word the righteous hateth, And the wicked causeth abhorrence, and is confounded.

Whoso is despising the Word is destroyed for it, And whoso is fearing the Command is repayed.

A soft answer turneth back fury, And a grievous word raiseth up anger.

Joy is to a man in the answer of his mouth, And a word in its season -- how good!

Hear counsel and receive instruction, So that thou art wise in thy latter end.

And thou hast put a knife to thy throat, If thou art a man of appetite.

Whoso is saying to the wicked, 'Thou art righteous,' Peoples execrate him -- nations abhor him.

Apples of gold in imagery of silver, Is the word spoken at its fit times.

For coals thou art putting on his head, And Jehovah giveth recompense to thee.

Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.

Vanity and a lying word put far from me, Poverty or wealth give not to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,