They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.

Be glad in Jehovah, and rejoice, ye righteous, And sing, all ye upright of heart!

All seeking Thee rejoice and are glad in Thee, Those loving Thy salvation say continually, 'Jehovah is magnified.'

Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing.

Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When God turneth back to a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice -- Israel is glad!

Mine is Gilead, and mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

Only -- God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.

Let all those seeking Thee joy and be glad in Thee, And let those loving Thy salvation Say continually, 'God is magnified.'

And he liveth, and giveth to him of the gold of Sheba, And prayeth for him continually, All the day he doth bless him.

And leadeth them with a cloud by day, And all the night with a light of fire.

Cloud and darkness are round about Him, Righteousness and judgment the basis of His throne.

In a pillar of cloud He speaketh unto them, They have kept His testimonies, And the statute He hath given to them.

And bringeth them out with silver and gold, And there is not in its tribes a feeble one.

He hath spread a cloud for a covering, And fire to enlighten the night.

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

Their idols are silver and gold, work of man's hands,

This is the day Jehovah hath made, We rejoice and are glad in it.

Better to me is the law of Thy mouth Than thousands of gold and silver!

Therefore I have loved Thy commands Above gold -- even fine gold.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, Work of the hands of man.

Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?

For better is her merchandise Than the merchandise of silver, And than gold -- her increase.

Receive my instruction, and not silver, And knowledge rather than choice gold.

Better is my fruit than gold, even fine gold, And mine increase than choice silver.

A ring of gold in the nose of a sow -- A fair woman and stubborn of behaviour.

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

Fools mock at a guilt-offering, And among the upright -- a pleasing thing.

A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.

In the light of a king's face is life, And his good-will is as a cloud of the latter rain.

To get wisdom -- how much better than gold, And to get understanding to be chosen than silver!

A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And the trier of hearts is Jehovah.

Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, are lips of knowledge.

A name is chosen rather than much wealth, Than silver and than gold -- good grace.

Apples of gold in imagery of silver, Is the word spoken at its fit times.

A ring of gold, and an ornament of pure gold, Is the wise reprover to an attentive ear.

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

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

A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.

I gathered for me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces. I prepared for me men-singers and women-singers, and the luxuries of the sons of man -- a wife and wives.

Go, eat with joy thy bread, and drink with a glad heart thy wine, for already hath God been pleased with thy works.

Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined with love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.

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,

His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

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,

And its land is full of silver and gold, And there is no end to its treasures, And its land is full of horses, And there is no end to its chariots,

In that day doth man cast his idols of silver, And his idols of gold, That they have made for him to worship, To moles, and to bats,

Then hath Jehovah prepared Over every fixed place of Mount Zion, And over her convocations, A cloud by day, and smoke, And the shining of a flaming fire by night, That, over all honour a safe-guard,

I make man more rare than fine gold, And a common man than pure gold of Ophir.

Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold -- they delight not in it.

I go up above the heights of a thick cloud, I am like to the Most High.

For thus said Jehovah unto me, 'I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

The burden of Egypt. Lo, Jehovah is riding on a swift thick cloud, And He hath entered Egypt, And moved have been the idols of Egypt at His presence, And the heart of Egypt melteth in its midst.

As heat in a dry place, The noise of strangers Thou humblest, Heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.

And ye have defiled the covering of Thy graven images of silver, And the ephod of thy molten image of gold, Thou scatterest them as a sickening thing, 'Go out,' thou sayest to it.

For in that day despise doth each His idols of silver, and his idols of gold, That your hands made to you -- a sin.

And Hezekiah rejoiceth over them, and sheweth them the house of his spices, the silver, and the gold, and the spices, and the good ointment, and all the house of his vessels, and all that hath been found in his treasures; there hath not been a thing in his house, and in all his dominion, that Hezekiah hath not shewed them.

The graven image poured out hath a artisan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining.

I have blotted out, as by a thick cloud, Thy transgressions, And as by a cloud thy sins, Return unto Me, for I have redeemed thee.

-- They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves.

And Jehovah hath delighted to bruise him, He hath made him sick, If his soul doth make an offering for guilt, He seeth seed -- he prolongeth days, And the pleasure of Jehovah in his hand doth prosper.

A company of camels covereth thee, Dromedaries of Midian and Ephah, All of them from Sheba do come, Gold and frankincense they bear, And of the praises of Jehovah they proclaim the tidings.

Who are these -- as a thick cloud they fly, And as doves unto their windows?

Surely for Me isles do wait, And ships of Tarshish first, To bring thy sons from afar, Their silver and their gold with them, To the name of Jehovah thy God, And to the Holy One of Israel, Because He hath beautified thee.

Instead of the brass I bring in gold, And instead of the iron I bring in silver, And instead of the wood brass, And instead of the stone iron, And I have made thy inspection peace, And thy exactors righteousness.

Rejoice ye with Jerusalem, And be glad in her, all ye loving her, Rejoice ye with her for joy, All ye are mourning for her,

And thou, O spoiled one, what dost thou? For thou puttest on scarlet, For thou adornest thyself with ornaments of gold. For thou rendest with pain thine eyes, In vain thou dost make thyself fair, Kicked against thee have doting ones, Thy life they do seek.

Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? For wherefore hath not the health of the daughter of my people gone up?

With silver and with gold they beautify it, With nails and with hammers they fix it, And it doth not stumble.

Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from Uphaz, Work of an artisan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple is their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.

Doth snow of Lebanon Cease from the rock of the field? Failed are the cold strange waters that flow?

Cursed is the man who bore tidings to my father, saying, 'Born to thee hath been a child -- a male,' Making him very glad!

For thus said Jehovah, Concerning the house of the king of Judah: Gilead art thou to Me -- head of Lebanon, If not -- I make thee a wilderness, Cities not inhabited.

'Therefore, thus said Jehovah, concerning Jehoiakim king of Judah: He hath none sitting on the throne of David, and his carcase is cast out to heat by day, and to cold by night;

Go up to Gilead, and take balm, O virgin daughter of Egypt, In vain thou hast multiplied medicines, Healing there is none for thee.

And I have brought back Israel unto his habitation, And he hath fed on Carmel, and on Bashan. And in mount Ephraim, and on Gilead is his soul satisfied.

For, not forsaken is Israel and Judah, By its God -- by Jehovah of Hosts, For their land hath been full of guilt, Against the Holy One of Israel.

and the basins, and the fire-pans, and the bowls, and the pots, and the candlesticks, and the spoons, and the cups, the gold of that which is gold, and the silver of that which is silver, hath the chief of the executioners taken.

How doth the Lord cloud in His anger the daughter of Zion, He hath cast from heaven to earth the beauty of Israel, And hath not remembered His footstool in the day of His anger.

Thou hast covered Thyself with a cloud, So that prayer doth not pass through.

How is the gold become dim, Changed the best -- the pure gold? Poured out are stones of the sanctuary At the head of all out-places.

The precious sons of Zion, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.

And I look, and lo, a tempestuous wind is coming from the north, a great cloud, and fire catching itself, and brightness to it round about, and out of its midst as the colour of copper, out of the midst of the fire.

As the appearance of the bow that is in a cloud in a day of rain, so is the appearance of the brightness round about.

Their silver into out-places they cast, And their gold impurity becometh. Their silver and their gold is not able to deliver them, In a day of the wrath of Jehovah, Their soul they do not satisfy, And their bowels they do not fill, For the stumbling-block of their iniquity it hath been.

and seventy men of the elders of the house of Israel -- and Jaazaniah son of Shaphan standing in their midst -- are standing before them, and each his censer in his hand, and the abundance of the cloud of perfume is going up.

And the cherubs are standing on the right side of the house, at the going in of the man, and the cloud hath filled the inner court,

and become high doth the honour of Jehovah above the cherub, over the threshold of the house, and the house is filled with the cloud, and the court hath been filled with the brightness of the honour of Jehovah.

And thou dost put on gold and silver, And thy clothing is fine linen, And figured silk and embroidery, Fine flour, and honey, and oil thou hast eaten, And thou art very very beautiful, And dost go prosperously to the kingdom.

And thou dost take thy beauteous vessels Of My gold and My silver that I gave to thee, And dost make to thee images of a male, And dost go a-whoring with them,

Merchants of Sheba and Raamah -- they are thy merchants, For the chief of all spices, And for every precious stone, and gold, They have given out thy remnants.

By thy wisdom and by thine understanding Thou hast made for thee wealth, And makest gold and silver in thy treasuries.

In Eden, the garden of God, thou hast been, Every precious stone thy covering, Ruby, topaz, and diamond, beryl, onyx, and jasper, Sapphire, emerald, and carbuncle, and gold, The workmanship of thy tabrets, and of thy pipes, In thee in the day of thy being produced, have been prepared.