Doesn't wisdom cry out? Doesn't understanding raise her voice?
On the top of high places by the way, Where the paths meet, she stands.
Beside the gates, at the entry of the city, At the entry doors, she cries aloud:
"To you men, I call! I send my voice to the sons of mankind.
You simple, understand prudence. You fools, be of an understanding heart.
Hear, for I will speak excellent things. The opening of my lips is for right things.