They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder is under their lips. Selah.

I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul is as a weary land for Thee. Selah.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.

Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

Thy kingdom is a kingdom of all ages, And Thy dominion is in all generations.

Fear of Jehovah is a beginning of knowledge, Wisdom and instruction fools have despised!

When your fear cometh as destruction, And your calamity as a hurricane doth come, When on you come adversity and distress.

For whom Jehovah loveth He reproveth, Even as a father the son He is pleased with.

For Jehovah is at thy side, And He hath kept thy foot from capture.

And the path of the righteous is as a shining light, Going and brightening till the day is established,

The way of the wicked is as darkness, They have not known at what they stumble.

And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.

As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company.

Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.

He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life.

Proverbs of Solomon. A wise son causeth a father to rejoice, And a foolish son is an affliction to his mother.

Whoso is gathering in summer is a wise son, Whoso is sleeping in harvest is a son causing shame.

Whoso is covering hatred with lying lips, And whoso is bringing out an evil report is a fool.

The tongue of the righteous is chosen silver, The heart of the wicked -- as a little thing.

To execute inventions is as play to a fool, And wisdom to a man of understanding.

As the passing by of a hurricane, So the wicked is not, And the righteous is a foundation age-during.

By the blessing of the upright is a city exalted, And by the mouth of the wicked thrown down.

Whoso is confident in his wealth he falleth, And as a leaf, the righteous flourish.

The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, And whoso is taking souls is wise.

A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones is one causing shame.

According to his wisdom is a man praised, And the perverted of heart becometh despised.

The law of the wise is a fountain of life, To turn aside from snares of death.

In the mouth of a fool is a rod of pride, And the lips of the wise preserve them.

There is a way -- right before a man, And its latter end are ways of death.

In the fear of Jehovah is strong confidence, And to His sons there is a refuge.

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

Righteousness exalteth a nation, And the goodliness of peoples is a sin-offering.

A healed tongue is a tree of life, And perverseness in it -- a breach in the spirit.

The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination to Jehovah, And the prayer of the upright is His delight.

All the days of the afflicted are evil, And gladness of heart is a perpetual banquet.

Better is a little with the fear of Jehovah, Than much treasure, and tumult with it.

Better is an allowance of green herbs and love there, Than a fatted ox, and hatred with it.

The way of the slothful is as a hedge of briers, And the path of the upright is raised up.

Better is a little with righteousness, Than abundance of increase without justice.

An abomination to kings is doing wickedness, For by righteousness is a throne established.

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

There is a way right before a man, And its latter end -- ways of death.

A worthless man is preparing evil, And on his lips -- as a burning fire.

Better is a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.

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

The beginning of contention is a letting out of waters, And before it is meddled with leave the strife.

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

One acquainted with knowledge is sparing his words, And the cool of temper is a man of understanding.

Deep waters are the words of a man's mouth, The fountain of wisdom is a flowing brook.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.

By wisdom is a house builded, And by understanding it establisheth itself.

The thought of folly is sin, And an abomination to man is a scorner.

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.

And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!

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.

Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, Is a man boasting himself in a false gift.

By long-suffering is a ruler persuaded, And a soft tongue breaketh a bone.

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 city broken down without walls, Is a man without restraint over his spirit!

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

As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.

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

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

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.

The wicked have fled and there is no pursuer. And the righteous as a young lion is confident.

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

Whoso is keeping the law is an intelligent son, And a friend of gluttons, Doth cause his father to blush.

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

Whoso is trusting in his heart is a fool, And whoso is walking in wisdom is delivered.

In the transgression of the evil is a snare, And the righteous doth sing and rejoice.

Without a Vision is a people made naked, And whoso is keeping the law, O his happiness!

There is a thing of which one saith: 'See this, it is new!' already it hath been in the ages that were before us!

And I have given my heart to seek and to search out by wisdom concerning all that hath been done under the heavens. It is a sad travail God hath given to the sons of man to be humbled by it.

And I saw that there is an advantage to wisdom above folly, like the advantage of the light above the darkness.

For there is a man whose labour is in wisdom, and in knowledge, and in equity, and to a man who hath not laboured therein he giveth it -- his portion! Even this is vanity and a great evil.

yea, even every man who eateth and hath drunk and seen good by all his labour, it is a gift of God.

Better is a handful with quietness, than two handfuls with labour and vexation of spirit.'

There is one, and there is not a second; even son or brother he hath not, and there is no end to all his labour! His eye also is not satisfied with riches, and he saith not, 'For whom am I labouring and bereaving my soul of good?' This also is vanity, it is a sad travail.

Better is a poor and wise youth than an old and foolish king, who hath not known to be warned any more.

Suffer not thy mouth to cause thy flesh to sin, nor say before the messenger, that 'it is an error,' why is God wroth because of thy voice, and hath destroyed the work of thy hands?

There is a painful evil I have seen under the sun: wealth kept for its possessor, for his evil.