She extends her hands to the spindle and her palm grasps the spinning wheel.
May it whirl on Joab’s head and on all his father’s house. May the house of Joab never be without someone with discharge or tza'arat, lame or one fallen by the sword or one who lacks food.”
She discerns that her business is good. Her lamp never goes out at night.
She spreads out her palms to the poor, and extends her hands to the needy.