Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than [with] a woman of contentions and a house of company.
A virtuous woman [is] a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones [is] one causing shame.
Better [is] an allowance of green herbs and love there, Than a fatted ox, and hatred with it.
Better [is] a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.
A calamity to his father [is] a foolish son, And the contentions of a wife [are] a continual dropping.
The soul of the wicked hath desired evil, Not gracious in his eyes is his neighbour.
Better to dwell in a wilderness land, Than [with] a woman of contentions and anger.
Froward [is] the way of a man who is vile, And the pure — upright [is] his work.
Better to sit on a corner of a roof, Than [with] a woman of contentions, and a house of company.