A foolish woman `is' noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.
Better to dwell in a wilderness land, Than `with' a woman of contentions and anger.
Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than `with' a woman of contentions and a house of company.
The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
How weak `is' thy heart, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, In thy doing all these, The work of a domineering whorish woman.
he is proud, knowing nothing, but doting about questions and word-striving, out of which doth come envy, strife, evil-speakings, evil-surmisings,