Does not wisdom call, does not understanding raise her voice?
On the heights beside the way, in the paths she takes her stand;
beside the gates in front of the town, at the entrance of the portals she cries aloud:
"To you, O men, I call, and my cry is to the sons of men.
O simple ones, learn prudence; O foolish men, pay attention.
Hear, for I will speak noble things, and from my lips will come what is right;
for my mouth will utter truth; wickedness is an abomination to my lips.