Wisdom in an out-place crieth aloud, In broad places she giveth forth her voice,
At the head of the multitudes she calleth, In the openings of the gates, In the city her sayings she saith:
`Till when, ye simple, do ye love simplicity? And have scorners their scorning desired? And do fools hate knowledge?
Turn back at my reproof, lo, I pour forth to you my spirit, I make known my words with you.
Because I have called, and ye refuse, I stretched out my hand, and none is attending,
And ye slight all my counsel, And my reproof ye have not desired.
I also in your calamity do laugh, I deride when your fear cometh,
When your fear cometh as destruction, And your calamity as a hurricane doth come, When on you come adversity and distress.
Then they call me, and I do not answer, They seek me earnestly, and find me not.
Because that they have hated knowledge, And the fear of Jehovah have not chosen.
They have not consented to my counsel, They have despised all my reproof,
And they eat of the fruit of their way, And from their own counsels they are filled.
For the turning of the simple slayeth them, And the security of the foolish destroyeth them.
And whoso is hearkening to me dwelleth confidently, And [is] quiet from fear of evil!'