At the corners of noisy streets she calls out. At the entrances to the city she speaks her words,
Wisdom sings her song in the streets. In the public squares she raises her voice.
“How long will you gullible people love being so gullible? How long will you mockers find joy in your mocking? How long will you fools hate knowledge?
Does not wisdom call out? Does not understanding raise its voice?
near the gates to the city. At the entrance ⌞wisdom⌟ sings its song,
She has sent out her servant girls. She calls from the highest places in the city,
Tell in the daylight what I say to you in the dark. Shout from the housetops what you hear whispered.
The crowd that gathered around him was so large that he got into a boat. He sat in the boat while the entire crowd stood on the shore.
Jesus answered him, “I have spoken publicly for everyone to hear. I have always taught in synagogues or in the temple courtyard, where all the Jews gather. I haven’t said anything in secret.
The angel told them, “Stand in the temple courtyard, and tell the people everything about life ⌞in Christ⌟.”