Wisdom hath builded her house, She hath hewn out her pillars -- seven.
She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.
She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
`Who [is] simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,
`Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.
Forsake ye, the simple, and live, And be happy in the way of understanding.