But my soul hates three sorts of people,
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If you gathered nothing in your youth,
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How beautiful a thing is judgement in the grey-haired,
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How beautiful is the wisdom of old men,
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Much experience is the crown of the aged.
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There are nine things that I have thought of, and in my heart counted happy,
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Happy is he who dwells with a wife of understanding,
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Happy is he who has found prudence,
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How great is he who has found wisdom!
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The fear of the Lord surpasses all things.
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Any wound but a wound of the heart!
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Any calamity but a calamity from those who hate me!
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There is no venom worse than a snake’s venom.
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I would rather dwell with a lion and a dragon
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The wickedness of a woman changes her appearance,
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Her husband will sit amongst his neighbours,
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All malice is small compared to the malice of a woman.
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As walking up a sandy hill is to the feet of the aged,
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Don’t be ensnared by a woman’s beauty.
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There is anger, impudence, and great reproach
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A wicked woman is abasement of heart,
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The beginning of sin came from a woman.
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Don’t give water an outlet,
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If she doesn’t go as you direct,
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