She has sent forth her hands on the distaff, and her palms have held the spindle.
May it whirl about the head of Joab, and on all his father’s house; and let there not fail from the house of Joab one that has a discharge, or that is leprous, or that leans on a staff, or who falls by the sword, or that lacks bread!
She tastes whether her gain is good; her lamp is not put out by night.
She spreads out her palms to afflicted ones, yea, she stretches out her hands to the needy ones.