`Many `are' the daughters who have done worthily, Thou hast gone up above them all.'
A virtuous woman `is' a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones `is' one causing shame.
Her sons have risen up, and pronounce her happy, Her husband, and he praiseth her,
The grace `is' false, and the beauty `is' vain, A woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
that he might present it to himself the assembly in glory, not having spot or wrinkle, or any of such things, but that it may be holy and unblemished;
And now, my daughter, fear not, all that thou sayest I do to thee, for all the gate of my people doth know that thou `art' a virtuous woman.