^{1 Ref} Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth.

^{2 Ref} Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips.

^{3 Ref} A stone `is' heavy, and the sand `is' heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both.

^{4 Ref} Fury `is' fierce, and anger `is' overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy?

^{5 Ref} Better `is' open reproof than hidden love.

^{6 Ref} Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.

^{7 Ref} A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.

^{8 Ref} As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place.

^{9 Ref} Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.

^{10 Ref} Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better `is' a near neighbour than a brother afar off.

^{11 Ref} Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.

^{12 Ref} The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.

^{13 Ref} Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.

^{14 Ref} Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.

^{15 Ref} A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,

^{16 Ref} Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.

^{17 Ref} Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.

^{18 Ref} The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.

^{19 Ref} As `in' water the face `is' to face, So the heart of man to man.

^{20 Ref} Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.

^{21 Ref} A refining pot `is' for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.

^{22 Ref} If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.

^{23 Ref} Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves,

^{24 Ref} For riches `are' not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.

^{25 Ref} Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.

^{26 Ref} Lambs `are' for thy clothing, And the price of the field `are' he-goats,

^{27 Ref} And a sufficiency of goats' milk `is' for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!