Proverbs 3:15
Precious she `is' above rubies, And all thy pleasures are not comparable to her.
Precious she `is' above rubies, And all thy pleasures are not comparable to her.
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16Length of days `is' in her right hand, In her left `are' wealth and honour.
17Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
18A tree of life she `is' to those laying hold on her, And whoso is retaining her `is' happy.
10Receive my instruction, and not silver, And knowledge rather than choice gold.
11For better `is' wisdom than rubies, Yea, all delights are not comparable with it.
13O the happiness of a man `who' hath found wisdom, And of a man `who' bringeth forth understanding.
14For better `is' her merchandise Than the merchandise of silver, And than gold -- her increase.
10A woman of worth who doth find? Yea, far above rubies `is' her price.
11The heart of her husband hath trusted in her, And spoil he lacketh not.
15Gold is not given for it, Nor is silver weighed -- its price.
16It is not valued with pure gold of Ophir, With precious onyx and sapphire,
17Not equal it do gold and crystal, Nor `is' its exchange a vessel of fine gold.
18Corals and pearl are not remembered, The acquisition of wisdom `is' above rubies.
19Not equal it doth the topaz of Cush, With pure gold it is not valued.
15Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, `are' lips of knowledge.
4If thou dost seek her as silver, And as hid treasures searchest for her,
6Forsake her not, and she doth preserve thee, Love her, and she doth keep thee.
7The first thing `is' wisdom -- get wisdom, And with all thy getting get understanding.
8Exalt her, and she doth lift thee up, She honoureth thee, when thou dost embrace her.
9She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.
10They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.
28Her sons have risen up, and pronounce her happy, Her husband, and he praiseth her,
29`Many `are' the daughters who have done worthily, Thou hast gone up above them all.'
30The grace `is' false, and the beauty `is' vain, A woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
31Give ye to her of the fruit of her hands, And her works do praise her in the gates!
16To get wisdom -- how much better than gold, And to get understanding to be chosen than silver!
18Wealth and honour `are' with me, Lasting substance and righteousness.
19Better `is' my fruit than gold, even fine gold, And mine increase than choice silver.
25Strength and honour `are' her clothing, And she rejoiceth at a latter day.
26Her mouth she hath opened in wisdom, And the law of kindness `is' on her tongue.
13She hath sought wool and flax, And with delight she worketh `with' her hands.
14She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she bringeth in her bread.
15Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her household, And a portion to her damsels.
16She hath considered a field, and taketh it, From the fruit of her hands she hath planted a vineyard.
17She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.
18She hath perceived when her merchandise `is' good, Her lamp is not extinguished in the night.
22A ring of gold in the nose of a sow -- A fair woman and stubborn of behaviour.
22Ornamental coverings she hath made for herself, Silk and purple `are' her clothing.
1A name is chosen rather than much wealth, Than silver and than gold -- good grace.
13All glory `is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work `is' her clothing.
19A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.
9One is my dove, my perfect one, One she `is' of her mother, The choice one she `is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10`Who `is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
4A virtuous woman `is' a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones `is' one causing shame.
26And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart `is' nets and snares, her hands `are' bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
9Daughters of kings `are' among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
16A gracious woman retaineth honour, And terrible `men' retain riches.