Wisdom built her house; she has carved out her seven pillars.
She slaughtered her animals, mixed her wine, and set her table.
She sends out her female servants; she issues an invitation from the top of the city heights:
"Whoever is naive turn aside here," she says to those who lack sense.
"Come, eat my food, and drink the wine I have mixed.
Abandon your simplistic ways and live; walk in the way of understanding."
Whoever instructs the cynic gets insulted; whoever corrects the wicked gets hurt.
Don't correct the impudent, or they will hate you; correct the wise, and they will love you.
Teach the wise, and they will become wiser; inform the righteous, and their learning will increase.
The beginning of wisdom is the fear of the LORD; the knowledge of the holy one is understanding.
Through me your days will be many; years will be added to your life.
If you are wise, it is to your benefit; if you are cynical, you will bear it all alone.
Woman Folly is noisy; she's stupid and doesn't even know it.
She sits at the doorway of her house, on a seat at the city heights.
She invites those who pass by on the path, those going straight on their way.
"Whoever is naive, come in here," she says to those who lack sense.
"Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is pleasant."
But they don't know that the dead are there; her guests are in the depths of the grave.