Proverbs 31:19
Her hands she hath sent forth on a spindle, And her hands have held a distaff.
Her hands she hath sent forth on a spindle, And her hands have held a distaff.
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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!
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.
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.
25And every wise-hearted woman hath spun with her hands, and they bring in yarn, the blue, and the purple, the scarlet, and the linen;
26and all the women whose heart hath lifted them up in wisdom, have spun the goats' `hair'.
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.
18A tree of life she `is' to those laying hold on her, And whoso is retaining her `is' happy.
26Her 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.
1Every wise woman hath builded her house, And the foolish with her hands breaketh it down.
28A spider with two hands taketh hold, And is in the palaces of a king.
14And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
10Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.
8She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
7That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
9She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.
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,
12then thou hast cut off her hand, thine eye doth not spare.
19If I see `any' perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,
20If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
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) --
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.
16Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.
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:
16Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.
4Poor `is' he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
2At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she hath stood,
29From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,