Indeed, it is useless to spread the baited net
In the sight of any bird;

So you will find favor and good repute
In the sight of God and man.

My son, let them not vanish from your sight;
Keep sound wisdom and discretion,

When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
When you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.

When I was a son to my father,
Tender and the only son in the sight of my mother,

Then he taught me and said to me,
“Let your heart hold fast my words;
Keep my commandments and live;

Do not let them depart from your sight;
Keep them in the midst of your heart.

When He set for the sea its boundary
So that the water would not transgress His command,
When He marked out the foundations of the earth;

She has prepared her food, she has mixed her wine;
She has also set her table;

She sits at the doorway of her house,
On a seat by the high places of the city,

“Stolen water is sweet;
And bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”

Desire realized is sweet to the soul,
But it is an abomination to fools to turn away from evil.

A joyful heart makes a cheerful face,
But when the heart is sad, the spirit is broken.

All the ways of a man are clean in his own sight,
But the Lord weighs the motives.

Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

A bribe is a charm in the sight of its owner;
Wherever he turns, he prospers.

Bread obtained by falsehood is sweet to a man,
But afterward his mouth will be filled with gravel.

Do not move the ancient boundary
Which your fathers have set.

When you sit down to dine with a ruler,
Consider carefully what is before you,

When you set your eyes on it, it is gone.
For wealth certainly makes itself wings
Like an eagle that flies toward the heavens.

My son, eat honey, for it is good,
Yes, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;

For it is better that it be said to you, “Come up here,”
Than for you to be placed lower in the presence of the prince,
Whom your eyes have seen.

Like one who takes off a garment on a cold day, or like vinegar on soda,
Is he who sings songs to a troubled heart.

A sated man loathes honey,
But to a famished man any bitter thing is sweet.

Oil and perfume make the heart glad,
So a man’s counsel is sweet to his friend.

Scorners set a city aflame,
But wise men turn away anger.