Wisdom has made her house, putting up her seven pillars.
She has put her fat beasts to death; her wine is mixed, her table is ready.
She has sent out her women-servants; her voice goes out to the highest places of the town, saying,
Whoever is simple, let him come in here; and to him who has no sense, she says:
Come, take of my bread, and of my wine which is mixed.
Give up the simple ones and have life, and go in the way of knowledge.