Proverbs 31:17
She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.
She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.
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10 A woman of worth who doth find? Yea, far above rubies `is' her price.
11 The heart of her husband hath trusted in her, And spoil he lacketh not.
12 She hath done him good, and not evil, All days of her life.
13 She hath sought wool and flax, And with delight she worketh `with' her hands.
14 She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she bringeth in her bread.
15 Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her household, And a portion to her damsels.
16 She hath considered a field, and taketh it, From the fruit of her hands she hath planted a vineyard.
18 She hath perceived when her merchandise `is' good, Her lamp is not extinguished in the night.
19 Her hands she hath sent forth on a spindle, And her hands have held a distaff.
20 Her hand she hath spread forth to the poor, Yea, her hands she sent forth to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of her household from snow, For all her household are clothed `with' scarlet.
22 Ornamental coverings she hath made for herself, Silk and purple `are' her clothing.
23 Known in the gates is her husband, In his sitting with elders of the land.
24 Linen garments she hath made, and selleth, And a girdle she hath given to the merchant.
25 Strength and honour `are' her clothing, And she rejoiceth at a latter day.
26 Her mouth she hath opened in wisdom, And the law of kindness `is' on her tongue.
27 She `is' watching the ways of her household, And bread of sloth she eateth not.
28 Her 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.'
30 The grace `is' false, and the beauty `is' vain, A woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
31 Give ye to her of the fruit of her hands, And her works do praise her in the gates!
15 Precious she `is' above rubies, And all thy pleasures are not comparable to her.
16 Length of days `is' in her right hand, In her left `are' wealth and honour.
17 Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
18 A tree of life she `is' to those laying hold on her, And whoso is retaining her `is' happy.
16 A gracious woman retaineth honour, And terrible `men' retain riches.
1 Every wise woman hath builded her house, And the foolish with her hands breaketh it down.
8 Exalt her, and she doth lift thee up, She honoureth thee, when thou dost embrace her.
9 She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.
8 She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
11 `When men strive together, one with another, and the wife of the one hath drawn near to deliver her husband out of the hand of his smiter, and hath put forth her hand, and laid hold on his secrets,
11 Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
4 A virtuous woman `is' a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones `is' one causing shame.
20 If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
16 Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.
32 God! who is girding me `with' strength, And He maketh perfect my way.
4 Bows of the mighty are broken, And the stumbling have girded on strength.
16 Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.
26 Her hand to the pin she sendeth forth, And her right hand to the labourers' hammer, And she hammered Sisera -- she smote his head, Yea, she smote, and it passed through his temple.
5 Mighty `is' the wise in strength, And a man of knowledge is strengthening power,
3 Give not to women thy strength, And thy ways to wiping away of kings.
22 Till when dost thou withdraw thyself, O backsliding daughter? For Jehovah hath prepared a new thing in the land, Woman doth compass man.
14 And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
26 For many `are' the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty `are' all her slain ones.
2 and I get the girdle, according to the word of Jehovah, and I place `it' on my loins.
39 And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
10 Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.
34 Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.