Better is a little with righteousness, Than abundance of increase without justice.
Better is the little of the righteous, Than the store of many wicked.
Better is a little with the fear of Jehovah, Than much treasure, and tumult with it.
Better is an allowance of green herbs and love there, Than a fatted ox, and hatred with it.
When a man's ways please Jehovah, even his enemies, He causeth to be at peace with him.
The heart of man deviseth his way, And Jehovah establisheth his step.
Better is a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.
Better is the poor walking in his integrity, Than the perverse of ways who is rich.
`Better is a handful with quietness, than two handfuls with labour and vexation of spirit.'
A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, Is one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end--he is a fool.
Are there yet in the house of the wicked Treasures of wickedness, And the abhorred scanty ephah?