The wise is fearing and turning from evil, And a fool is transgressing and is confident.

The fear of Jehovah is a fountain of life, To turn aside from snares of death.

A path of life is on high for the wise, To turn aside from Sheol beneath.

Far is Jehovah from the wicked, And the prayer of the righteous He heareth.

Of man are arrangements of the heart, And from Jehovah an answer of the tongue.

In kindness and truth pardoned is iniquity, And in the fear of Jehovah Turn thou aside from evil.

A highway of the upright is, 'Turn from evil,' Whoso is preserving his soul is watching his way.

Into the centre is the lot cast, And from Jehovah is all its judgment!

Whoso is returning evil for good, Evil moveth not from his house.

A bribe from the bosom the wicked taketh, To turn aside the paths of judgment.

From the fruit of a man's mouth is his belly satisfied, From the increase of his lips he is satisfied.

Whoso hath found a wife hath found good, And bringeth out good-will from Jehovah.

Wealth addeth many friends, And the poor from his neighbour is separated.

All the brethren of the poor have hated him, Surely also his friends have been far from him, He is pursuing words -- they are not!

House and wealth are the inheritance of fathers, And from Jehovah is an understanding wife.

Cease, my son, to hear instruction -- To err from sayings of knowledge.

An honour to a man is cessation from strife, And every fool intermeddleth.

Who saith, 'I have purified my heart, I have been cleansed from my sin?'

From Jehovah are the steps of a man, And man -- how understandeth he his way?

Whoso is shutting his ear from the cry of the poor, He also doth cry, and is not answered.

A man who is wandering from the way of understanding, In an assembly of Rephaim resteth.

Whoso is keeping his mouth and his tongue, Is keeping from adversities his soul.

Thorns -- snares are in the way of the perverse, Whoso is keeping his soul is far from them.

Give instruction to a youth about his way, Even when he is old he turneth not from it.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a youth, The rod of chastisement putteth it far from him.

If thou hast nothing to pay, Why doth he take thy bed from under thee?

Labour not to make wealth, From thine own understanding cease, Dost thou cause thine eyes to fly upon it? Then it is not.

Withhold not from a youth chastisement, When thou smitest him with a rod he dieth not.

Thou with a rod smitest him, And his soul from Sheol thou deliverest.

If from delivering those taken to death, And those slipping to the slaughter -- thou keepest back.

Lest Jehovah see, and it be evil in His eyes, And He hath turned from off him His anger.

Take away dross from silver, And a vessel for the refiner goeth forth,

Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour's house, Lest he be satiated with thee, and have hated thee.

As cold waters for a weary soul, So is a good report from a far country.

As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.

Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.

If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.

Whoso is turning his ear from hearing the law, Even his prayer is an abomination.

Whoso is bringing up his servant delicately, from youth, At his latter end also he is continuator.

Many are seeking the face of a ruler, And from Jehovah is the judgment of each.

Two things I have asked from Thee, Withhold not from me before I die.

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,

A generation -- pure in their own eyes, But from their own filth not washed.

A generation -- swords are their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from among men.

An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,

She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she bringeth in her bread.

She hath considered a field, and taketh it, From the fruit of her hands she hath planted a vineyard.

She is not afraid of her household from snow, For all her household are clothed with scarlet.

All these things are wearying; a man is not able to speak, the eye is not satisfied by seeing, nor filled is the ear from hearing.

I made for me pools of water, to water from them a forest shooting forth trees.

And all that mine eyes asked I kept not back from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labour, and this hath been my portion, from all my labour,

There is nothing good in a man who eateth, and hath drunk, and hath shewn his soul good in his labour. This also I have seen that it is from the hand of God.

A time to cast away stones, And a time to heap up stones. A time to embrace, And a time to be far from embracing.

The whole He hath made beautiful in its season; also, that knowledge He hath put in their heart without which man findeth not out the work that God hath done from the beginning even unto the end.

I have known that all that God doth is to the age, to it nothing is to be added, and from it nothing is to be withdrawn; and God hath wrought that they do fear before Him.

The whole are going unto one place, the whole have been from the dust, and the whole are turning back unto the dust.

For from a house of prisoners he hath come out to reign, for even in his own kingdom he hath been poor.

As he came out from the belly of his mother, naked he turneth back to go as he came, and he taketh not away anything of his labour, that doth go in his hand.

If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, 'Better than he is the untimely birth.'

It is good that thou dost lay hold on this, and also, from that withdrawest not thy hand, for whoso is fearing God goeth out with them all.

All this I have tried by wisdom; I have said, 'I am wise,' and it is far from me.

And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.

And so I have seen the wicked buried, and they went in, even from the Holy Place they go, and they are forgotten in the city whether they had so done. This also is vanity.

There is an evil I have seen under the sun, As an error that goeth out from the ruler,

And turn aside anger from thy heart, And cause evil to pass from thy flesh, For the childhood and the age are vanity!

And further, from these, my son, be warned; the making of many books hath no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee.

From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full.

Wash ye, make ye pure, Turn aside the evil of your doings, from before Mine eyes, Cease to do evil, learn to do good.

And gone have many peoples and said, 'Come, and we go up unto the mount of Jehovah, Unto the house of the God of Jacob, And He doth teach us of His ways, And we walk in His paths, For from Zion goeth forth a law, And a word of Jehovah from Jerusalem.

For Thou hast left Thy people, the house of Jacob. For they have been filled from the east, And are sorcerers like the Philistines, And with the children of strangers strike hands.

Cease for you from man, Whose breath is in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?

For, lo, the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Is turning aside from Jerusalem, And from Judah, stay and staff, Every stay of bread, and every stay of water.

If the Lord hath washed away The filth of daughters of Zion, And the blood of Jerusalem purgeth from her midst, By the spirit of judgment, and by the spirit of burning.

And a covering may be, For a shadow by day from drought, And for a refuge, and for a hiding place, From inundation and from rain!

And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.

And He lifted up an ensign to nations afar off, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And lo, with haste, swift it cometh.

And flee unto me doth one of the seraphs, and in his hand a burning coal, (with tongs he hath taken it from off the altar,)

For the head of Aram is Damascus, And the head of Damascus is Rezin, And within sixty and five years Is Ephraim broken from being a people.

Ask for thee a sign from Jehovah thy God, Make deep the request, or make it high upwards.'

Jehovah bringeth on thee, and on thy people, And on the house of thy father, Days that have not come, Even from the day of the turning aside of Ephraim from Judah, By the king of Asshur.

And it hath come to pass, From the abundance of the yielding of milk he eateth butter, For butter and honey doth every one eat Who is left in the heart of the land.

And I have waited for Jehovah, Who is hiding His face from the house of Jacob, And I have looked for Him.

Lo, I, and the children whom Jehovah hath given to me, Are for signs and for wonders in Israel, From Jehovah of Hosts, who is dwelling in Mount Zion.

Aram from before, and Philistia from behind, And they devour Israel with the whole mouth. With all this not turned back hath His anger, And still His hand is stretched out.

And Jehovah cutteth off from Israel head and tail, Branch and reed -- the same day,