She considers a field and buys it; with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
The wise woman builds her house, but the foolish tears it down with her own hands.
She rises while it is still night and provides food for her household and tasks for her female servants.
She girds herself with strength and makes her arms strong.
My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!
“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and reburied; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
When she came to him, she urged him to ask her father for a field. As she dismounted from her donkey, Caleb said to her, “What do you wish?”