There is a sure source of silver, a place where gold is refined.
Iron is taken from the earth; rock is smelted into copper.
Humansa put an end to darkness, dig for ore to the farthest depths, into stone in utter darkness,
open a shaft away from any inhabitant, places forgotten by those on foot, apart from any human they hang and sway.
Earth—from it comes food— is turned over below ground as by fire.b6
Its rocks are the source for lapis lazuli; there is gold dust in it.
A path— no bird of prey knows it; a hawk's eye hasn't seen it;
proud beasts haven't trodden on it; a lion hasn't crossed over it.
Humans thrust their hands into flint, pull up mountains from their roots,
cut channels into rocks; their eyes see everything precious.
They dam up the sources of rivers; hidden things come to light.
But wisdom, where can it be found; where is the place of understanding?
Humankind doesn't know its value; it isn't found in the land of the living.
The Deepc says, "It's not with me"; the Sead says, "Not alongside me!"
It can't be bought with gold; its price can't be measured in silver,
can't be weighed against gold from Ophir, with precious onyx or lapis lazuli.
Neither gold nor glass can compare with it; she can't be acquired with gold jewelry.
Coral and jasper shouldn't be mentioned; the price of wisdom is more than rubies.
Cushite topaz won't compare with her; she can't be set alongside pure gold.
But wisdom, where does she come from? Where is the place of understanding?
She's hidden from the eyes of all the living, concealed from birds of the sky.
Destructione and Death have said, "We've heard a report of her."
God understands her way; he knows her place;
for he looks to the ends of the earth and surveys everything beneath the heavens.
In order to weigh the wind, to prepare a measure for waters,
when he made a decree for the rain, a path for thunderbolts,
then he observed it, spoke of it, established it, searched it out,
and said to humankind: "Look, the fear of the LORD is wisdom; turning from evil is understanding."