She considers a field and buys it; with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
Wisdom builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down.
She rises while it is yet night and provides food for her household and tasks for her maidens.
She girds her loins 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 covered up; 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; and she alighted from her ass, and Caleb said to her, “What do you wish?”