It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, Than with a contentious woman in a wide house.
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 feasting with strife.
A foolish son is the calamity of his father: And the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.
The soul of the wicked desireth evil: His neighbour findeth no favour in his eyes.
It is better to dwell in a desert land, Than with a contentious and fretful woman.
The way of him that is laden with guilt is exceeding crooked: But as for the pure, his work is right.
It is better to dwell in the comer of the housetop, Than with a contentious woman in a wide house.