Doth not wisdom call? And understanding give forth her
At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she
At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The
entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud,
'Unto you, O men, I call, And my voice is unto the
sons of men.
Understand, ye simple ones, prudence, And ye fools,
understand the heart,
Hearken, for noble things I speak, And the opening of my
lips is uprightness.
For truth doth my mouth utter, And an abomination to my lips
In righteousness are all the sayings of my mouth,
Nothing in them is froward and perverse.
All of them are plain to the intelligent, And upright
to those finding knowledge.
Receive my instruction, and not silver, And knowledge rather
than choice gold.
For better is wisdom than rubies, Yea, all delights
are not comparable with it.
I, wisdom, have dwelt with prudence, And a knowledge of
devices I find out.
The fear of Jehovah is to hate evil; Pride, and
arrogance, and an evil way, And a froward mouth, I have hated.
Mine is counsel and substance, I am
understanding, I have might.
By me kings reign, and princes decree righteousness,
By me do chiefs rule, and nobles, All judges of the earth.
I love those loving me, And those seeking me earnestly do
Wealth and honour are with me, Lasting substance and
Better is my fruit than gold, even fine gold, And
mine increase than choice silver.
In a path of righteousness I cause to walk, In midst of
paths of judgment,
To cause my lovers to inherit substance, Yea, their
treasures I fill.
Jehovah possessed me -- the beginning of His way, Before His
works since then.
From the age I was anointed, from the first, From former
states of the earth.
In there being no depths, I was brought forth, In there
being no fountains heavy with waters,
Before mountains were sunk, Before heights, I was brought
While He had not made the earth, and out-places, And the top
of the dusts of the world.
In His preparing the heavens I am there, In His
decreeing a circle on the face of the deep,
In His strengthening clouds above, In His making strong
fountains of the deep,
In His setting for the sea its limit, And the waters
transgress not His command, In His decreeing the foundations of earth,
Then I am near Him, a workman, And I am a delight -- day by
day. Rejoicing before Him at all times,
Rejoicing in the habitable part of His earth, And my
delights are with the sons of men.
And now, ye sons, hearken to me, Yea, happy are they who
keep my ways.
Hear instruction, and be wise, and slight not.
O the happiness of the man hearkening to me, To watch at my
doors day by day, To watch at the door-posts of my entrance.
For whoso is finding me, hath found life, And bringeth out
good-will from Jehovah.
And whoso is missing me, is wronging his soul, All hating me
have loved death!