They make a lot of sense, these wise folks; whenever they speak, their reputation increases.
My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words: * * *
Prayerful answers come from God-loyal people; the wicked are sewers of abuse.
Perceptive words spread knowledge; fools are hollow—there’s nothing to them.
A wise person gets known for insight; gracious words add to one’s reputation.
True intelligence is a spring of fresh water, while fools sweat it out the hard way.