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

The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.

He also that is remiss in his work, A brother he is to a destroyer.

A tower of strength is the name of Jehovah, Into it the righteous runneth, and is set on high.

The wealth of the rich is the city of his strength, And as a wall set on high in his own imagination.

Before destruction the heart of man is high, And before honour is humility.

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

The heart of the intelligent getteth knowledge, And the ear of the wise seeketh knowledge.

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

A brother transgressed against is as a strong city, And contentions as the bar of a palace.

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.

A man with friends is to show himself friendly, And there is a lover adhering more than a brother!

Better is the poor walking in his integrity, Than the perverse in his lips, who is a fool.

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

The folly of man perverteth his way, And against Jehovah is his heart wroth.

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

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!

Whoso is getting heart is loving his soul, He is keeping understanding to find good.

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.

The wisdom of a man hath deferred his anger, And his glory is to pass over transgression.

The wrath of a king is a growl as of a young lion, And as dew on the herb his good-will.

A calamity to his father is a foolish son, And the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.

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

Whoso is keeping the command is keeping his soul, Whoso is despising His ways dieth.

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.

A man of great wrath is bearing punishment, For, if thou dost deliver, yet again thou dost add.

Hear counsel and receive instruction, So that thou art wise in thy latter end.

The desirableness of a man is his kindness, And better is the poor than a liar.

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

Whoso is spoiling a father causeth a mother to flee, A son causing shame, and bringing confusion.

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

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.

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

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

Counsel in the heart of a man is deep water, And a man of understanding draweth it up.

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

A king sitting on a throne of judgment, Is scattering with his eyes all evil,

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

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

Whoso is vilifying his father and his mother, Extinguished is his lamp in blackness of darkness.

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

A snare to a man is he hath swallowed a holy thing, And after vows to make inquiry.

A wise king is scattering the wicked, And turneth back on them the wheel.

The breath of man is a lamp of Jehovah, Searching all the inner parts of the heart.

The beauty of young men is their strength, And the honour of old men is grey hairs.

Rivulets of waters is the heart of a king in the hand of Jehovah, Wherever He pleaseth He inclineth it.

Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, And Jehovah is pondering hearts.

To do righteousness and judgment, Is chosen of Jehovah rather than sacrifice.

Loftiness of eyes, and breadth of heart, Tillage of the wicked is sin.

The making of treasures by a lying tongue, Is a vanity driven away of those seeking death.

Froward is the way of a man who is vile, And the pure -- upright is his work.

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

When the scorner is punished, the simple becometh wise, And in giving understanding to the wise He receiveth knowledge.

The Righteous One is acting wisely Towards the house of the wicked, He is overthrowing the wicked for wickedness.

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

To do justice is joy to the righteous, But ruin to workers of iniquity.

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

Whoso is loving mirth is a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.

The wicked is an atonement for the righteous, And for the upright the treacherous dealer.

A treasure to be desired, and oil, Is in the habitation of the wise, And a foolish man swalloweth it up.

Whoso is pursuing righteousness and kindness, Findeth life, righteousness, and honour.

A city of the mighty hath the wise gone up, And bringeth down the strength of its confidence.

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

Proud, haughty, scorner is his name, Who is working in the wrath of pride.

The sacrifice of the wicked is abomination, Much more when in wickedness he bringeth it.

There is no wisdom, nor understanding, Nor counsel, over-against Jehovah.

A horse is prepared for a day of battle, And the deliverance is of Jehovah!

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

Rich and poor have met together, The Maker of them all is Jehovah.

The prudent hath seen the evil, and is hidden, And the simple have passed on, and are punished.

The end of humility is the fear of Jehovah, Riches, and honour, and life.

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.

The rich over the poor ruleth, And a servant is the borrower to the lender.

Whoso is sowing perverseness reapeth sorrow, And the rod of his anger weareth out.

The good of eye -- he is blessed, For he hath given of his bread to the poor.

Whoso is loving cleanness of heart, Grace are his lips, a king is his friend.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

A deep pit is the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.

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.

Incline thine ear, and hear words of the wise, And thy heart set to my knowledge,

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

When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, Thou considerest diligently that which is before thee,

Have no desire to his dainties, seeing it is lying food.

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

For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to the heavens.

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.

For their Redeemer is strong, He doth plead their cause with thee.

My son, if thy heart hath been wise, My heart rejoiceth, even mine,

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

Hear thou, my son, and be wise, And make happy in the way thy heart,

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

Rejoice doth thy father and thy mother, Yea, she that bare thee is joyful.

For a harlot is a deep ditch, And a strange woman is a strait pit.

She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.