Proverbs 31:15
Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her household, And a portion to her damsels.
Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her household, And a portion to her damsels.
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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.
12She hath done him good, and not evil, All days of her life.
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.
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.
19Her hands she hath sent forth on a spindle, And her hands have held a distaff.
20Her hand she hath spread forth to the poor, Yea, her hands she sent forth to the needy.
21She is not afraid of her household from snow, For all her household are clothed `with' scarlet.
22Ornamental coverings she hath made for herself, Silk and purple `are' her clothing.
23Known in the gates is her husband, In his sitting with elders of the land.
24Linen garments she hath made, and selleth, And a girdle she hath given to the merchant.
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.
27She `is' watching the ways of her household, And bread of sloth she eateth not.
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!
8She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
9Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
1Every wise woman hath builded her house, And the foolish with her hands breaketh it down.
15Precious she `is' above rubies, And all thy pleasures are not comparable to her.
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.
23For a hated one when she ruleth, And a maid-servant when she succeedeth her mistress.
11Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
12Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
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.
14And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
16A gracious woman retaineth honour, And terrible `men' retain riches.
14House and wealth `are' the inheritance of fathers, And from Jehovah `is' an understanding wife.
15Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall, And an indolent soul doth hunger.
15Her provision I greatly bless, Her needy ones I satisfy `with' bread,
2She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.
3She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
10`Who `is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
2Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.
9Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear `to' my saying,
14And she lieth down at his feet till the morning, and riseth before one doth discern another; and he saith, `Let it not be known that the woman hath come into the floor.'
16Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.
4A virtuous woman `is' a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones `is' one causing shame.
5And she who is really a widow and desolate, hath hoped upon God, and doth remain in the supplications and in the prayers night and day,
10in good works being testified to: if she brought up children, if she entertained strangers, if saints' feet she washed, if those in tribulation she relieved, if every good work she followed after;
35and she saith unto her father, `Let it not be displeasing in the eyes of my lord that I am not able to rise at thy presence, for the way of women `is' on me;' and he searcheth, and hath not found the teraphim.
10Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.
15A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,