Wisdom hath builded her house, She hath hewn out her pillars
She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her
wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.
She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of
the high places of the city:
'Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso
lacketh heart: she hath said to him,
'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have
Forsake ye, the simple, and live, And be happy in the way of
The instructor of a scorner Is receiving for it -- shame,
And a reprover of the wicked -- his blemish.
Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee, Give reproof to
the wise, and he loveth thee.
Give to the wise, and he is wiser still, Make known to the
righteous, And he increaseth learning.
The commencement of wisdom is the fear of Jehovah,
And a knowledge of the Holy Ones is understanding.
For by me do thy days multiply, And added to thee are years
If thou hast been wise, thou hast been wise for thyself, And
thou hast scorned -- thyself bearest it.
A foolish woman is noisy, Simple, and hath not known
And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne --
the high places of the city,
To call to those passing by the way, Who are going straight on
'Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso
lacketh heart -- she said to him,
'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'
And he hath not known that Rephaim are there, In deep
places of Sheol her invited ones!