The intention of the human heart is deep water, but the intelligent draw it forth.
They resolve on their wicked plan; they conspire to set snares; they say: “Who will see us?”
The words of one’s mouth are deep waters, the spring of wisdom, a running brook.
In seedtime sluggards do not plow; when they look for the harvest, it is not there.
Many say, “My loyal friend,” but who can find someone worthy of trust?
Among human beings, who knows what pertains to a person except the spirit of the person that is within? Similarly, no one knows what pertains to God except the Spirit of God.