A scofferלֵץis wine,הַיַּיןa brawlerהֹמֶהintoxicating drink,שֵׁכָרand anyoneוְכָלwho straysשֹׁגֶהby itבּוֹis notלֹאwise.יֶחְכָּם
Like the roarנַהַםof a young lionכַּכְּפִירis the terrorאֵימַתof a king;מֶלֶךְwhoever angers himמִתְעַבְּרוֹsinsחוֹטֵאagainst his soul.נַפְשׁוֹ
It is an honorכָּבוֹדfor a manלָאִישׁto keep awayשֶׁבֶתfrom a dispute,מֵרִיבbut everyוְכָלfoolאֱוִילbreaks out.יִתְגַּלָּע
From autumnמֵחֹרֶףthe sluggardעָצֵלdoes notלֹאplow;יַחֲרֹשׁhe asksוְשָׁאַלat the harvest,בַּקָּצִירand there is nothing.וָאָיִן
Deepעֲמֻקִּיםwatersמַיִםis counselעֵצָהin the heartבְלֶבof a man,אִישׁbut a manוְאִישׁof insightתְּבוּנָהwill draw it out.יִדְלֶנָּה
Manyרָבmenאָדָםproclaimיִקְרָאeachאִישׁhis loyal love,חַסְדּוֹbut a manוְאִישׁof faithfulness,אֱמוּנִיםwhoמִיcan find him?יִמְצָא
One who walksמִתְהַלֵּךְin his integrityבְּתֻמּוֹis righteous;צַדִּיקhappy areאַשְׁרֵיhis sonsבָנָיוafter him.אַחֲרָיו
A kingמֶלֶךְwho sitsיוֹשֵׁבonעַלthe throneכִּסֵּאof judgmentדִיןwinnowsמְזָרֶהwith his eyesבְעֵינָיוallכָּלevil.רָע
Whoמִיcan say,יֹאמַר“I have made cleanזִכִּיתִיmy heart;לִבִּיI am pureטָהַרְתִּיfrom my sin”?מֵחַטָּאתִי
Weightאֶבֶןand weight,וָאֶבֶןephahאֵיפָהand ephah,וְאֵיפָהan abominationתּוֹעֲבַתto YHWHיְהוָהare bothגַּם שְׁנֵיof them.הֶם
Evenגַּםby his deedsבְּמַעֲלָלָיוa youthנָעַרmakes himself known,יִתְנַכֶּרwhetherאִםcleanזַךְand whetherוְאִםuprightיָשָׁרis his work.פָּעֳלוֹ
The earאֹזֶןthat hearsשֹׁמַעַתand the eyeוְעַיִןthat sees,רֹאָהYHWHיְהוָהhas madeעָשָׂהbothגַם שְׁנֵיof them.הֶם
Do notאַלloveתֶּאֱהַבsleep,שֵׁנָהlestפֶּןyou become poor;תִּוָּרֵשׁopenפְּקַחyour eyes,עֵינֶיךָand be satisfiedשְׂבַעwith bread.לָחֶם
“Bad,רַעbad,”רַעsaysיֹאמַרthe buyer,הַקּוֹנֶהand when he goes offוְאֹזֵל לוֹthenאָזhe boasts.יִתְהַלָּל
There isיֵשׁgoldזָהָבand an abundanceוְרָבof pearls,פְּנִינִיםbut a preciousיְקָרvesselוּכְלִיare lipsשִׂפְתֵיof knowledge.דָעַת
Takeלְקַחhis garment,בִּגְדוֹforכִּיhe has become suretyעָרַבfor a stranger,זָרand forוּבְעַדa foreign womanנָכְרִיָּהtake a pledge from him.חַבְלֵהוּ
Sweetעָרֵבto a manלָאִישׁis the breadלֶחֶםof falsehood,שָׁקֶרbut afterwardוְאַחַרhis mouthפִיהוּwill be filledיִמָּלֵאwith gravel.חָצָץ
Plansמַחֲשָׁבוֹתare establishedתִכּוֹןby counsel,בְּעֵצָהand with guidanceוּבְתַחְבֻּלוֹתmakeעֲשֵׂהwar.מִלְחָמָה
One who revealsגּוֹלֶהa secretסּוֹדgoes aboutהוֹלֵךְas a gossip,רָכִילso with one who opensוּלְפֹתֶהhis lipsשְׂפָתָיוdo notלֹאmix.תִתְעָרָב
Whoever cursesמְקַלֵּלhis fatherאָבִיוand his mother,וְאִמּוֹhis lampנֵרוֹwill go outיִדְעַךְin the blacknessבֶּאֱשׁוּןof darkness.חֹשֶׁךְ
An inheritanceנַחֲלָהgained in hasteמְבֹהֶלֶתat the beginning,בָּרִאשֹׁנָהits endוְאַחֲרִיתָהּwill notלֹאbe blessed.תְבֹרָךְ
Do notאַלsay,תֹּאמַר“I will repayאֲשַׁלְּמָהevil”;רָעwaitקַוֵּהfor YHWH,לַיהוָהand he will save you.וְיֹשַׁע לָךְ
An abominationתּוֹעֲבַתto YHWHיְהוָהare weightאֶבֶןand weight,וָאָבֶןand scalesוּמֹאזְנֵיof deceitמִרְמָהare notלֹאgood.טוֹב
From YHWHמֵיהוָהare the stepsמִצְעֲדֵיof a man;גָבֶרand a human being,וְאָדָםhowמַהcan he understandיָּבִיןhis way?דַּרְכּוֹ
It is a snareמוֹקֵשׁfor a manאָדָםto say rashly,יָלַע“Consecrated!”קֹדֶשׁand afterוְאַחַרthe vowsנְדָרִיםto reflect.לְבַקֵּר
A wiseחָכָםkingמֶלֶךְwinnowsמְזָרֶהthe wicked,רְשָׁעִיםand drivesוַיָּשֶׁבover themעֲלֵיהֶםthe wheel.אוֹפָן
The lampנֵרof YHWHיְהוָהis the breathנִשְׁמַתof a man,אָדָםsearchingחֹפֵשׂallכָּלthe inner roomsחַדְרֵיof the belly.בָטֶן
Loyal loveחֶסֶדand faithfulnessוֶאֱמֶתguardיִצְּרוּa king,מֶלֶךְand by loyal loveוְ בַּחֶסֶדhe upholdsסָעַדhis throne.כִּסְאוֹ
The beautyתִּפְאֶרֶתof young menבַּחוּרִיםis their strength,כֹּחָםand the majestyוַהֲדַרof the oldזְקֵנִיםis gray hair.שֵׂיבָה
The woundsחַבֻּרוֹתof a blowפֶּצַעcleanse awayתַּמְרוּקevil,בְּרָעand lashes,וּמַכּוֹתthe inner roomsחַדְרֵיof the belly.בָטֶן