8
I preferred her before sceptres and thrones, and esteemed riches nothing in comparison of her.
9
Neither compared I unto her any precious stone, because all gold in respect of her is as a little sand, and silver shall be counted as clay before her.
10
I loved her above health and beauty, and chose to have her instead of light: for the light that cometh from her never goeth out.
11
All good things together came to me with her, and innumerable riches in her hands.
12
And I rejoiced in them all, because wisdom goeth before them: and I knew not that she was the mother of them.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.