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

Whoso is mocking at the poor Hath reproached his Maker, Whoso is rejoicing at calamity is not acquitted.

Not comely for a fool is a lip of excellency, Much less for a noble a lip of falsehood.

The meeting of a bereaved bear by a man, And -- not a fool in his folly.

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

The perverse of heart findeth not good, And the turned in his tongue falleth into evil.

Whoso is begetting a fool hath affliction for it, Yea, the father of a fool rejoiceth not.

Also, to fine the righteous is not good, To smite nobles for uprightness.

A fool delighteth not in understanding, But -- in uncovering his heart.

Acceptance of the face of the wicked is not good, To turn aside the righteous in judgment.

Also, without knowledge the soul is not good, And the hasty in feet is sinning.

A false witness is not acquitted, Whoso breatheth out lies is not delivered.

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!

A false witness is not acquitted, And whoso breatheth out lies perisheth.

Luxury is not comely for a fool, Much less for a servant to rule among princes.

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

The fear of Jehovah is to life, And satisfied he remaineth -- he is not charged with evil.

The slothful hath hidden his hand in a dish, Even unto his mouth he bringeth it not back.

Wine is a scorner -- strong drink is noisy, And any going astray in it is not wise.

Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.

Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied with bread.

A revealer of secret counsels is the busybody, And for a deceiver with his lips make not thyself surety.

An inheritance gotten wrongly at first, Even its latter end is not blessed.

Do not say, 'I recompense evil,' Wait for Jehovah, and He delivereth thee.

An abomination to Jehovah are a stone and a stone, And balances of deceit are not good.

The soul of the wicked hath desired evil, Not gracious in his eyes is his neighbour.

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

All the day desiring he hath desired, And the righteous giveth and withholdeth not.

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

Have I not written to thee three times With counsels and knowledge?

Rob not the poor because he is poor, And bruise not the afflicted in the gate.

Shew not thyself friendly with an angry man, And with a man of fury go not in,

Be not thou among those striking hands, Among sureties for burdens.

Remove not a border of olden times, That thy fathers have made.

Hast thou seen a man speedy in his business? Before kings he doth station himself, He stations not himself before obscure men!

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

Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,

For as he hath thought in his soul, so is he, 'Eat and drink,' saith he to thee, And his heart is not with thee.

In the ears of a fool speak not, For he treadeth on the wisdom of thy words.

Remove not a border of olden times, And into fields of the fatherless enter not,

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

Let not thy heart be envious at sinners, But -- in the fear of Jehovah all the day.

For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.

Be not thou among quaffers of wine, Among gluttonous ones of flesh,

Hearken to thy father, who begat thee, And despise not thy mother when she hath become old.

Truth buy, and sell not, Wisdom, and instruction, and understanding,

See not wine when it showeth itself red, When it giveth in the cup its colour, It goeth up and down through the upright.

They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'

Be not envious of evil men, And desire not to be with them.

Wisdom is high for a fool, In the gate he openeth not his mouth.

When thou sayest, 'Lo, we knew not this.' Is not the Ponderer of hearts He who understandeth? And the Keeper of thy soul He who knoweth? And He hath rendered to man according to his work.

So is the knowledge of wisdom to thy soul, If thou hast found that there is a posterity And thy hope is not cut off.

Lay not wait, O wicked one, At the habitation of the righteous. Do not spoil his resting-place.

In the falling of thine enemy rejoice not, And in his stumbling let not thy heart be joyful,

Fret not thyself at evil doers, Be not envious at the wicked,

For there is not a posterity to the evil, The lamp of the wicked is extinguished.

Fear Jehovah, my son, and the king, With changers mix not up thyself,

These also are for the wise: -- To discern faces in judgment is not good.

Be not a witness for nought against thy neighbour, Or thou hast enticed with thy lips.

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

Honour not thyself before a king, And in the place of the great stand not.

Go not forth to strive, haste, turn, What dost thou in its latter end, When thy neighbour causeth thee to blush?

Thy cause plead with thy neighbour, And the secret counsel of another reveal not,

Lest the hearer put thee to shame, And thine evil report turn not back.

The eating of much honey is not good, Nor a searching out of one's own honour -- honour.

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour is not comely for a fool.

As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.

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

Laying hold on the ears of a dog, Is a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.

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

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

Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth.

Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips.

Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better is a near neighbour than a brother afar off.

Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.

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

For riches are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.

Evil men understand not judgment, And those seeking Jehovah understand all.

Whoso is covering his transgressions prospereth not, And he who is confessing and forsaking hath mercy.

A stedfast man hath multiplied blessings, And whoso is hasting to be rich is not acquitted.

To discern faces is not good, And for a piece of bread doth a man transgress.

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

Whoso is robbing his father, or his mother, And is saying, 'It is not transgression,' A companion he is to a destroyer.

A man taking a portion above his neighbour, Spreadeth a net for his own steps.

The righteous knoweth the plea of the poor, The wicked understandeth not knowledge.

By words a servant is not instructed though he understand, And there is nothing answering.

Whoso is sharing with a thief is hating his own soul, Execration he heareth, and telleth not.

For I am more brutish than any one, And have not the understanding of a man.

Add not to His words, lest He reason with thee, And thou hast been found false.

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,

Accuse not a servant unto his lord, Lest he disesteem thee, and thou be found guilty.

A generation is, that lightly esteemeth their father, And their mother doth not bless.

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

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,'

Three things have been too wonderful for me, Yea, four that I have not known:

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

For three things hath earth been troubled, And for four -- it is not able to bear:

The ants are a people not strong, And they prepare in summer their food,