The crown of the wise is their wealth, The folly of fools `is' folly.
He hath scattered -- hath given to the needy, His righteousness is standing for ever, His horn is exalted with honour.
The blessing of Jehovah -- it maketh rich, And He addeth no grief with it.
The ransom of a man's life `are' his riches, And the poor hath not heard rebuke.
In all labour there is advantage, And a thing of the lips `is' only to want.
A treasure to be desired, and oil, `Is' in the habitation of the wise, And a foolish man swalloweth it up.
If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.
And hath been the stedfastness of thy times, The strength of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge, Fear of Jehovah -- it `is' His treasure.
and I say to you, Make to yourselves friends out of the mammon of unrighteousness, that when ye may fail, they may receive you to the age-during tabernacles.