Praise ye Him, sun and moon, Praise ye Him, all stars of light.

Praise ye Him, heavens of heavens, And ye waters that are above the heavens.

And He exalteth the horn of His people, The praise of all His saints, Of the sons of Israel, a people near Him. Praise ye Jah!

They praise His name in a dance, With timbrel and harp sing praise to Him.

Praise ye Jah! Praise ye God in His holy place, Praise Him in the expanse of His strength.

Praise Him in His mighty acts, Praise Him according to the abundance of His greatness.

Praise Him with blowing of trumpet, Praise Him with psaltery and harp.

Praise Him with timbrel and dance, Praise Him with stringed instruments and organ.

Praise Him with cymbals of sounding, Praise Him with cymbals of shouting.

In all thy ways know thou Him, And He doth make straight thy paths.

And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,

And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,

She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.

Then I am near Him, a workman, And I am a delight -- day by day. Rejoicing before Him at all times,

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

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

In the lips of the intelligent is wisdom found, And a rod is for the back of him who is lacking understanding.

The feared thing of the wicked it meeteth him, And the desire of the righteous is given.

As vinegar to the teeth, And as smoke to the eyes, So is the slothful to those sending him.

The righteous from distress is drawn out, And the wicked goeth in instead of him.

Whoso is withholding corn, the people execrate him, And a blessing is for the head of him who is selling.

Whoso is earnestly seeking good Seeketh a pleasing thing, And whoso is seeking evil -- it meeteth him.

From the fruit of the mouth is one satisfied with good, And the deed of man's hands returneth to him.

Sorrow in the heart of a man boweth down, And a good word maketh him glad.

Whoso is keeping his mouth, is keeping his soul, Whoso is opening wide his lips -- ruin to him!

Righteousness keepeth him who is perfect in the way, And wickedness overthroweth a sin offering.

Whoso is sparing his rod is hating his son, And whoso is loving him hath hastened him chastisement.

Whoso is walking in his uprightness is fearing Jehovah, And the perverted in his ways is despising Him.

An oppressor of the poor reproacheth his Maker, And whoso is honouring Him Is favouring the needy.

Chastisement is grievous to him who is forsaking the path, Whoso is hating reproof dieth.

When a man's ways please Jehovah, even his enemies, He causeth to be at peace with him.

A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.

A violent man enticeth his neighbour, And hath causeth him to go in a way not good.

An evil man seeketh only rebellion, And a fierce messenger is sent against him.

A provocation to his father is a foolish son, And bitterness to her that bare him.

The mouth of a fool is ruin to him, And his lips are the snare of his soul.

Whoso is answering a matter before he heareth, Folly it is to him and shame.

The gift of a man maketh room for him, And before the great it leadeth him.

Righteous is the first in his own cause, His neighbour cometh and hath searched him.

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!

Whoso is lending to Jehovah is favouring the poor, And his deed He repayeth to him.

Chastise thy son, for there is hope, And to put him to death lift not up thy soul.

The fear of a king is a growl as of a young lion, He who is causing him to be wroth is wronging his soul.

The righteous is walking habitually in his integrity, O the happiness of his sons after him!

The desire of the slothful slayeth him, For his hands have refused to work.

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

He is oppressing the poor to multiply to him, He is giving to the rich -- only to want.

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.

The father of the righteous rejoiceth greatly, The begetter of the wise rejoiceth in him.

Whoso is devising to do evil, Him they call a master of wicked thoughts.

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

Whoso is saying to the wicked, 'Thou art righteous,' Peoples execrate him -- nations abhor him.

Say not, 'As he did to me, so I do to him, I render to each according to his work.'

As a vessel of snow in a day of harvest, So is a faithful ambassador to those sending him, And the soul of his masters he refresheth.

If he who is hating thee doth hunger, cause him to eat bread, And if he thirst, cause him to drink water.

Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou.

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him!

When his voice is gracious trust not in him, For seven abominations are in his heart.

Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And the roller of a stone, to him it turneth.

Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.

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

A rich man is wise in his own eyes, And the intelligent poor searcheth him.

A man oppressed with the blood of a soul, Unto the pit fleeth, none taketh hold on him.

Troubled for wealth is the man with an evil eye, And he knoweth not that want doth meet him.

Thou hast seen a man hasty in his words! More hope of a fool than of him.

The pride of man humbleth him, And humility of spirit upholdeth honour.

Every saying of God is tried, A shield He is to those trusting in Him.

A girt one of the loins, or a he-goat, And a king -- no rising up with him.

Words of Lemuel a king, a declaration that his mother taught him:

She hath done him good, and not evil, All days of her life.

For to a man who is good before Him, He hath given wisdom, and knowledge, and joy; and to a sinner He hath given travail, to gather and to heap up, to give to the good before God. Even this is vanity and vexation of spirit.

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.

And I have seen that there is nothing better than that man rejoice in his works, for it is his portion; for who doth bring him in to look on that which is after him?

For if they fall, the one raiseth up his companion, but woe to the one who falleth and there is not a second to raise him up!

And if the one strengthen himself, the two stand against him; and the threefold cord is not hastily broken.

there is no end to all the people, to all who were before them; also, the latter rejoice not in him. Surely this also is vanity and vexation of spirit.

Sweet is the sleep of the labourer whether he eat little or much; and the sufficiency of the wealthy is not suffering him to sleep.

And this also is a painful evil, just as he came, so he goeth, and what advantage is to him who laboureth for wind?

Lo, that which I have seen: It is good, because beautiful, to eat, and to drink, and to see good in all one's labour that he laboureth at under the sun, the number of the days of his life that God hath given to him, for it is his portion.

Every man also to whom God hath given wealth and riches, and hath given him power to eat of it, and to accept his portion, and to rejoice in his labour, this is a gift of God.

A man to whom God giveth wealth, and riches, and honour, and there is no lack to his soul of all that he desireth, and God giveth him not power to eat of it, but a stranger eateth it; this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.

What is that which hath been? already is its name called, and it is known that it is man, and he is not able to contend with him who is stronger than he.

For who knoweth what is good for a man in life, the number of the days of the life of his vanity, and he maketh them as a shadow? for who declareth to man what is after him under the sun?

In a day of prosperity be in gladness, And in a day of evil consider. Also this over-against that hath God made, To the intent that man doth not find anything after him.

Where the word of a king is power is, and who saith to him, 'What dost thou?'

For to every delight there is a time and a judgment, for the misfortune of man is great upon him.

For he knoweth not that which shall be, for when it shall be who declareth to him?

Though a sinner is doing evil a hundred times, and prolonging himself for it, surely also I know that there is good to those fearing God, who fear before Him.

And I have praised mirth because there is no good to man under the sun except to eat and to drink, and to rejoice, and it remaineth with him of his labour the days of his life that God hath given to him under the sun.

The whole is as to the whole; one event is to the righteous and to the wicked, to the good, and to the clean, and to the unclean, and to him who is sacrificing, and to him who is not sacrificing; as is the good, so is the sinner, he who is swearing as he who is fearing an oath.

But to him who is joined unto all the living there is confidence, for to a living dog it is better than to the dead lion.

Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And whoso is breaking a hedge, a serpent biteth him.

Words of the mouth of the wise are gracious, And the lips of a fool swallow him up.

And the fool multiplieth words: 'Man knoweth not that which is, And that which is after him, who doth declare to him?'

The labour of the foolish wearieth him, In that he hath not known to go unto the city.

But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming is vanity.

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better are thy loves than wine.

On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!

-- Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! -- I sought him, and I found him not.