She sees that her merchandise is good; her lamp does not go out by night.
I was there; in the day the heat consumed me, and the frost by night. And my sleep departed from my eyes.
His sons come to honor, and he knows it not; they fall, but he does not mark it.
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows; for so He gives His beloved sleep.
She binds her loins with strength, and makes her arms strong.
She lays her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
For, brothers, you remember our labor and toil. For laboring night and day in order not to put a burden on any one of you, we preached the gospel of God to you.