Wisdom hath built her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars;
she hath slaughtered her cattle, a she hath mingled her wine, she hath also prepared b her table;
she hath sent forth her maidens: she crieth upon the summits of the high places of the city,
Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither. To him that is void of understanding, c she saith,
Come, eat ye of my bread, and drink of the wine that I have mingled.
Forsake follies d and live, and go in the way of intelligence.