¹⁸ For they are pleasant when thou dost keep them in thy heart, They are prepared together for thy lips.

¹⁰ For wisdom cometh into thy heart, And knowledge to thy soul is pleasant,

⁷ The lips of the wise scatter knowledge, And the heart of fools `is' not right.

²¹ To the wise in heart is called, `Intelligent,' And sweetness of lips increaseth learning.

¹³ Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

¹⁴ So `is' the knowledge of wisdom to thy soul, If thou hast found that there is a posterity And thy hope is not cut off.

¹¹ Apples of gold in imagery of silver, `Is' the word spoken at its fit times.

¹⁶ Thy words have been found, and I eat them, And Thy word is to me for a joy, And for the rejoicing of my heart, For Thy name is called on me, O Jehovah, God of Hosts.

⁷ For the lips of a priest preserve knowledge, And law they do seek from his mouth, For a messenger of Jehovah of Hosts he `is'.

³⁸ he who is believing in me, according as the Writing said, Rivers out of his belly shall flow of living water;'

¹⁵ through him, then, we may offer up a sacrifice of praise always to God, that is, the fruit of lips, giving thanks to His name;

²¹ The lips of the righteous delight many, And fools for lack of heart die.

¹³ In the lips of the intelligent is wisdom found, And a rod `is' for the back of him who is lacking understanding.

¹⁰ They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

¹³ With my lips I have recounted All the judgments of Thy mouth.

¹⁰³ How sweet to my palate hath been Thy saying, Above honey to my mouth.

¹¹¹ I have inherited Thy testimonies to the age, For the joy of my heart `are' they.

¹⁶² I do rejoice concerning Thy saying, As one finding abundant spoil.

¹⁷¹ My lips do utter praise, For Thou dost teach me Thy statutes.

¹⁷ Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.

⁶ Hearken, for noble things I speak, And the opening of my lips `is' uprightness.

¹⁸ For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,

¹⁹ Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.