القراءة بلغتين

ثَلاثٌ تَشتَهيها نَفْسي وهي جَميلةٌ أَمامَ الرَّبِّ والنَّاس: إِتِّفاقُ الإِخوَةِ والصَّداقَةُ بَينَ الجيران وٱمرَأَةٌ ورَجُلٌ مُتَّفِقان

ثَلاثَةٌ تُبغِضُهم نَفْسي وتَمقُتُ حَياتَهم مَقْتًا: الفَقيرُ المُتَكَبِّرُ والغَنِيُّ الكَذَّابُ والشَّيخُ الزَّاني الفاقِدُ الفَهْم

إِن لم تَدَّخِرْ في شَبابِكَ فكَيفَ تَجِدُ في شَيخوخَتِكَ؟

ما أَجمَلَ القَضاءَ لِلشَّيب وحُسنَ المَشورَةِ لِلشُّيوخ!

ما أَجمَلَ الحِكمَةَ لِلشُّيوخ والرَّأيَ والمَشورةَ لِأَرْبابِ المَجْد!

كَثرَةُ الخِبرَةِ إِكْليلُ الشُّيوخ ومَخافَةُ الرَّبِّ فخرُهم

تِسْعٌ تَخطُرُ بِبالي وأُغَبِّطُها في قَلْبي وعاشِرَةٌ يَنطُقُ بِها لِساني: رَجُلٌ يَفرَحُ بِأَولادِه ويَرى في حَياتِه سُقوطَ أَعْدائِه

طوبى لِمَن يُساكِنُ ٱمرَأَةً عاقِلَة ومَن لم يَزِلَّ بِلِسانِه ومَن لم يَخدُمْ مَن لا يَستأْهِلُه!

طوبى لِمَن وَجَدَ الفِطنَةَ ويُخبِرُ بِها آذانًا صاغِيَة!

ما أَعظَمَ مَن وَجَدَ الحِكمَة! لٰكِن ما مِن أَحَدٍ فَوقَ الَّذي يَتَّقي الرَّبّ

مَخافَةُ الرَّبِّ فَوقَ كُلِّ شَيء والَّذي يَمتَلِكُها بِمَن يُشَبَّه؟

كُلُّ جُرْحٍ ولا جُرْحُ القَلْب وكُلُّ خُبثٍ ولا خُبثُ المرأَة!

وكُلُّ مُصيبَةٍ ولا المُصيبَةُ مِنَ المُبغِضين وكُلُّ ٱنتِقامٍ ولا ٱنتِقامُ الأَعْداء!

لا سَمَّ شَرٌّ مِن سَمِّ الحَيَّة ولا غَضَبَ شَرٌّ مِن غَضَبِ المَرأَة!

مُساكَنَةُ الأَسَدِ والتِّنِّين خَيرٌ عِنْدي مِن مُساكَنَةِ المرأَةِ الخَبيثة

خُبثُ المَرأَةِ يُغَيِّرُ مَنظَرَها ووَجهُها كالِحٌ كالدُّبّ

زَوجُها يَجلِسُ بَينَ جيرانِه وعلى كَرْهٍ مِنه يَتَأَوَّهُ بِمَرارة

كُلُّ سوءٍ بِإِزاءِ سوءِ المَرأَةِ خَفيف: لِتَقَعْ قُرعَةُ الخاطِئ علَيها!

كما يَكونُ المُرتَقى الكَثيرُ الرَّمْلِ لِقَدَمَيِ الشَّيخ فكذٰلك تَكونُ المَرأَةُ الثَّرثارةُ لِلرَّجُلِ الهادِئ

لا تُؤخَذْ بِجَمالِ ٱمرَأَةٍ ولا تَشتَهِ ٱمرَأَةً

غَضَبٌ ووَقاحةٌ وفَضيحَةٌ عَظيمةٌ المَرأَةُ الَّتي تُنفِقُ على زَوجِها

المَرأَةُ الشِّرِّيرةُ ذِلَّةٌ لِلقَلْب وتَقْطيبٌ لِلوَجهِ وجُرْحٌ لِلفُؤاد. يَدانِ هامِدَتانِ ورُكْبتانِ مُتَراخِيَتان تِلكَ هي المَرأَةُ الَّتي لا تُسعِدُ زَوجَها

مِنَ المَرأَةِ نَشَأَتِ الخَطيئَة وبِسَبَبِها نَموتُ نَحنُ أَجمَعون

لا تَجعَلْ لِلماءِ مَخرَجًا ولا لِلمَرأَةِ الشِّرِّيرَةِ حُرِّيَّةَ الكَلام

إِن لم تَسلُكْ بِحَسَبِ أَمرِكَ فٱفصِلْها عن جَسَدِكَ

I enjoy three things, and they are beautiful before the Lord and men: the agreement of kindred, the friendship of neighbors, and a woman and her husband who walk together in agreement.

But my soul hates three sorts of people, and I am greatly offended at their life: a poor man who is arrogant, a rich man who is a liar, and an old fool who is an adulterer.

If you gathered nothing in your youth, how could you find anything in your old age?

How beautiful a thing is judgment in the gray-haired, and for elders to know good counsel!

How beautiful is the wisdom of old men, and understanding and counsel to men who are in honor!

Much experience is the crown of the aged. Their glory is the fear of the Lord.

There are nine things that I have thought of, and in my heart counted happy, and the tenth I will utter with my tongue: a man who has joy with his children, and a man who lives and sees the fall of his enemies.

Happy is he who dwells with a wife of understanding, he who has not slipped with his tongue, and he who has not served a man who is unworthy of him.

Happy is he who has found prudence, and he who speaks in the ears of those who listen.

How great is he who has found wisdom! Yet there is none greater than one who fears the Lord.

The fear of the Lord surpasses all things. To whom shall he who holds it be likened?

Any wound but a wound of the heart! Any wickedness but the wickedness of a woman!

Any calamity but a calamity from those who hate me! Any vengeance but the vengeance of enemies!

There is no venom worse than a snake’s venom. There is no wrath worse than an enemy’s wrath.

I would rather dwell with a lion and a dragon than keep house with a wicked woman.

The wickedness of a woman changes her appearance, and darkens her countenance like that of a bear.

Her husband will sit among his neighbors, and when he hears it, he sighs bitterly.

All malice is small compared to the malice of a woman. Let the portion of a sinner fall on her.

As walking up a sandy hill is to the feet of the aged, so is a wife full of words to a quiet man.

Don’t be ensnared by a woman’s beauty. Don’t desire a woman for her beauty.

There is anger, impudence, and great reproach if a woman supports her husband.

A wicked woman is abasement of heart, sadness of countenance, and a wounded heart. A woman who won’t make her husband happy is like hands that hang down, and weak knees.

The beginning of sin came from a woman. Because of her, we all die.

Don’t give water an outlet, and don’t give a wicked woman freedom of speech.

If she doesn’t go as you direct, cut her away from your flesh.