It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, Than with a brawling woman in a wide house.
A foolish son is the calamity of his father: And the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, Than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
It is better to dwell in the wilderness, Than with a contentious and an angry woman.
A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: But she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, Than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, Than an house full of sacrifices with strife.
The way of man is froward and strange: But as for the pure, his work is right.
The soul of the wicked desireth evil: His neighbour findeth no favour in his eyes.