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

For Jehovah is at thy side, And He hath kept thy foot from capture.

And hast said, 'How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised,

At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud,

Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,

And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,

Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso lacketh heart -- she said to him,

'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

Hand to hand, the wicked is not acquitted, And the seed of the righteous hath escaped.

A desire accomplished is sweet to the soul, And an abomination to fools is: Turn from evil.

Sayings of pleasantness are a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.

A tower of strength is the name of Jehovah, Into it the righteous runneth, and is set on high.

The wealth of the rich is the city of his strength, And as a wall set on high in his own imagination.

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than with a woman of contentions and a house of company.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

Incline thine ear, and hear words of the wise, And thy heart set to my knowledge,

Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that are sweet.

Eat my son, honey that is good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

And I see -- I -- I do set my heart, I have seen -- I have received instruction,

For better that he hath said to thee, 'Come thou up hither,' Than that he humble thee before a noble, Whom thine eyes have seen.

Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, Is as vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.

Better to sit on a corner of a roof, Than with a woman of contentions, and a house of company.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'

So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, 'Am not I playing?'

A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

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

Fear of man causeth a snare, And the confident in Jehovah is set on high.

Lest I become satiated, and have denied, And have said, 'Who is Jehovah?' And lest I be poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the name of my God.

To the leech are two daughters, 'Give, give, Lo, three things are not satisfied, Four have not said 'Sufficiency;'

Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth -- it is not satisfied with water, And fire -- it hath not said, 'Sufficiency,'

So -- the way of an adulterous woman, She hath eaten and hath wiped her mouth, And hath said, 'I have not done iniquity.'