A foolish woman is noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.
Better to dwell in a wilderness land, Than with a woman of contentions and anger.
Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than with a woman of contentions and a house of company.
The path of life--lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths--thou knowest not.
Noisy she is , and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
How weak is thy heart, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, In thy doing all these, The work of a domineering whorish woman.
he is proud, knowing nothing, but doting about questions and word-striving, out of which doth come envy, strife, evil-speakings, evil-surmisings,