Words of Lemuel a king, a declaration that his mother taught
'What, my son? and what, son of my womb? And what, son of my
Give not to women thy strength, And thy ways to wiping away
Not for kings, O Lemuel, Not for kings, to drink wine, And
for princes a desire of strong drink.
Lest he drink, and forget the decree, And change the
judgment of any of the sons of affliction.
Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter
He drinketh, and forgetteth his poverty, And his misery he
remembereth not again.
Open thy mouth for the dumb, For the right of all sons of
Open thy mouth, judge righteously, Both the cause of the
poor and needy!'
A woman of worth who doth find? Yea, far above rubies is
The heart of her husband hath trusted in her, And spoil he
She hath done him good, and not evil, All days of her life.
She hath sought wool and flax, And with delight she worketh with
She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she
bringeth in her bread.
Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her
household, And a portion to her damsels.
She hath considered a field, and taketh it, From the fruit
of her hands she hath planted a vineyard.
She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen
She hath perceived when her merchandise is good, Her
lamp is not extinguished in the night.
Her hands she hath sent forth on a spindle, And her hands
have held a distaff.
Her hand she hath spread forth to the poor, Yea, her hands
she sent forth to the needy.
She is not afraid of her household from snow, For all her
household are clothed with scarlet.
Ornamental coverings she hath made for herself, Silk and
purple are her clothing.
Known in the gates is her husband, In his sitting with
elders of the land.
Linen garments she hath made, and selleth, And a girdle she
hath given to the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing, And she
rejoiceth at a latter day.
Her mouth she hath opened in wisdom, And the law of kindness
is on her tongue.
She is watching the ways of her household, And bread
of sloth she eateth not.
Her sons have risen up, and pronounce her happy, Her
husband, and he praiseth her,
'Many are the daughters who have done worthily, Thou
hast gone up above them all.'
The grace is false, and the beauty is vain, A
woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
Give ye to her of the fruit of her hands, And her works do
praise her in the gates!