More precious, is she, than corals, yea, none of thy delightful things, doth equal her:

There is who scattereth, and increaseth yet more, and who withholdeth of what is due, only to come to want.

Lo! the righteous, in the earth shall be recompensed, how much more the lawless and the sinner.

Hades and destruction, are before Yahweh, how much more then, the hearts of the sons of men.

To acquire wisdom, how much better than gold! and, to get hold of understanding, more choice than silver!

Unseemly in an unworthy man, is the lip of excellence, much more, in one of noble mind, the lip of falsehood.

A reproof sinketh more deeply into an intelligent man than a hundred stripes, into a dullard!

All the brethren of a poor man, hate him, how much more have, his friends, gone far from him, he may hunt up promises - there are none.

Unseemly for dullard, is delicate living, how much more for, a servant, to bear rule over princes.

A man in a rage, taketh away the penalty, - nevertheless, if thou let him go free, the more stripes must thou add.

To do righteousness and justice, is more choice to Yahweh than sacrifice.

The sacrifice of the lawless, is an abomination, how much more, when, with wickedness, he bringeth it in!

More choice, is a name, than great riches, beyond silver and gold, is pleasant grace.

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eye, - more hope of a dullard, than of him!

Oil and perfume, rejoice the heart, the sweetness of one's friend, more than fragrant wood.

He that reproveth a man, shall, afterwards, find more, favour, than he that useth a flattering tongue.

Thou hast seen a man hasty in his words, - there is, more hope of a dullard, than of him.

Surely, more brutish, am, I, than any man, nor doth, the understanding of a son of earth, pertain to me;

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and, his wearying toil, let him remember no more.