Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, `are' lips of knowledge.
Joy `is' to a man in the answer of his mouth, And a word in its season -- how good!
The lips of the wise scatter knowledge, And the heart of fools `is' not right.
To get wisdom -- how much better than gold, And to get understanding to be chosen than silver!
To the wise in heart is called, `Intelligent,' And sweetness of lips increaseth learning.
Sayings of pleasantness `are' a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.
`Bad, bad,' saith the buyer, And going his way then he boasteth himself.
Take his garment when a stranger hath been surety, And for strangers pledge it.
A ring of gold, and an ornament of pure gold, `Is' the wise reprover to an attentive ear.
Precious she `is' above rubies, And all thy pleasures are not comparable to her.
To observe thoughtfulness, And knowledge do thy lips keep.
Receive my instruction, and not silver, And knowledge rather than choice gold.
For better `is' wisdom than rubies, Yea, all delights are not comparable with it.
Let no corrupt word out of your mouth go forth, but what is good unto the needful building up, that it may give grace to the hearers;