Whose paths are crooked, Yea, they are perverted in their ways.

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

These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven are abominations to His soul.

He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!

For better is wisdom than rubies, Yea, all delights are not comparable with it.

To cause my lovers to inherit substance, Yea, their treasures I fill.

And now, ye sons, hearken to me, Yea, happy are they who keep my ways.

She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.

Whoso is begetting a fool hath affliction for it, Yea, the father of a fool rejoiceth not.

Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, are lips of knowledge.

Rejoice doth thy father and thy mother, Yea, she that bare thee is joyful.

Chastise thy son, and he giveth thee comfort, Yea, he giveth delights to thy soul.

A generation -- how high are their eyes, Yea, their eyelids are lifted up.

Three things have been too wonderful for me, Yea, four that I have not known:

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

A woman of worth who doth find? Yea, far above rubies is her price.

Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her household, And a portion to her damsels.

Her hand she hath spread forth to the poor, Yea, her hands she sent forth to the needy.