Without counsel `is' the making void of purposes, And in a multitude of counsellors it is established.
and now, come, let me counsel thee, I pray thee, and deliver thy life, and the life of thy son Solomon;
And David consulteth with the heads of the thousands, and of the hundreds, every leader,
Without counsels do a people fall, And deliverance `is' in a multitude of counsellors.
Folly is joy to one lacking heart, And a man of intelligence directeth `his' going.
Joy `is' to a man in the answer of his mouth, And a word in its season -- how good!
Purposes by counsel thou dost establish, And with plans make thou war.
For by plans thou makest for thyself war, And deliverance `is' in a multitude of counsellors.
For to every delight there is a time and a judgment, for the misfortune of man is great upon him.