Of three things my heart was afraid, and concerning the fourth kind I made supplication: The slander of a city, the assembly of a mob, and a false accusation. All these are more grievous than death.
A grief of heart and sorrow is a woman who is jealous of another woman. Her tongue-lashing makes it known to all.
She will open her mouth like a thirsty traveller, and drink from every water that is near. She will sit down at every post, and open her quiver to any arrow.
A modest woman is grace upon grace. There are no scales that can weigh the value of a self-controlled soul.
As the sun when it arises in the highest places of the Lord, so is the beauty of a good wife in her well-organized home.
As the lamp that shines upon the holy lampstand, so is the beauty of the face on a well-proportioned body.
As the golden pillars are upon a base of silver, so are beautiful feet with the breasts of one who is steadfast.
For two things my heart is grieved, and for the third anger comes upon me: a warrior who suffers for poverty, men of understanding who are counted as garbage, and one who turns back from righteousness to sin— the Lord will prepare him for the sword!