Wisdom cries aloud outside; she raises her voice in the open square:

She cries in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she utters her words, saying,

Then I will give no answer to their cries; searching for me early, they will not see me:

She cries at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the entrance at the doors.

She has sent forth her maidens: she cries upon the highest places of the city,

When things go well for the upright man, all the town is glad; at the death of sinners, there are cries of joy.

A wise man conceals knowledge, but the heart of fools cries out foolishness.