Whenכִּיyou sit downתֵשֵׁבto eatלִלְחוֹםwithאֶתa ruler,מוֹשֵׁלconsider carefullyבִּין תָּבִיןwhatאֶת אֲשֶׁרis before you,לְפָנֶיךָ
and putוְשַׂמְתָּa knifeשַׂכִּיןto your throatבְּלֹעֶךָifאִםyouאָתָּהare a manבַּעַלof appetite.נֶפֶשׁ
Do notאַלcraveתִּתְאָוhis delicacies,לְמַטְעַמּוֹתָיוforוְtheyהוּאare breadלֶחֶםof lies.כְּזָבִים
Do notאַלwear yourself outתִּיגַעto get rich;לְהַעֲשִׁירfrom your own understandingמִבִּינָתְךָdesist.חֲדָל
Will you make your eyes flyהֲתָעִיף עֵינֶיךָto it?בּוֹIt is gone!וְאֵינֶנּוּForכִּיit surely makesעָשֹׂה יַעֲשֶׂהitselfלּוֹwings;כְנָפַיִםlike an eagleכְּנֶשֶׁרit fliesיָעוּףto the heavens.הַשָּׁמָיִם
Do notאַלeatתִּלְחַםthe breadאֶת לֶחֶםof the evilרַעof eye,עָיִןandוְdo notאַלcraveתִּתְאָיוhis delicacies;לְמַטְעַמֹּתָיו
forכִּיasכְּמוֹhe thinksשָׁעַרin his soul,בְּנַפְשׁוֹsoכֶּןis he.הוּא“Eatאֱכֹלand drink!”וּשְׁתֵהhe saysיֹאמַרto you,לָךְbutוְhis heartלִבּוֹis notבַּלwith you.עִמָּךְ
The morselפִּתְּךָyou have eatenאָכַלְתָּyou will vomit up,תְקִיאֶנָּהand you will have wastedוְשִׁחַתָּyour pleasantהַנְּעִימִיםwords.דְּבָרֶיךָ
In the earsבְּאָזְנֵיof a senseless manכְסִילdo notאַלspeak,תְּדַבֵּרforכִּיhe will despiseיָבוּזthe prudenceלְשֵׂכֶלof your words.מִלֶּיךָ
Do notאַלmoveתַּסֵּגthe ancientעוֹלָםboundary,גְּבוּלandוּdo notאַלenterתָּבֹאthe fieldsבִשְׂדֵיof the fatherless;יְתוֹמִים
forכִּיtheir redeemerגֹאֲלָםis strong;חָזָקheהוּאwill pleadיָרִיבtheir caseאֶת רִיבָםagainst you.אִתָּךְ
Bringהָבִיאָהyour heartלִבֶּךָto correction,לַמּוּסָרandוְyour earsאָזְנֶךָto the sayingsלְאִמְרֵיof knowledge.דָעַת
Do notאַלwithholdתִּמְנַעcorrectionמוּסָרfrom a young man;מִנַּעַרifכִּיyou strike himתַכֶּנּוּwith the rod,בַשֵּׁבֶטhe will notלֹאdie.יָמוּת
Youאַתָּהwill strike himתַּכֶּנּוּwith the rod,בַּשֵּׁבֶטandוְyou will rescueתַּצִּילhis soulנַפְשׁוֹfrom Sheol.מִשְּׁאוֹל
My son,בְּנִיifאִםyour heartלִבֶּךָis wise,חָכַםmy heartלִבִּיwill be glad,יִשְׂמַחmineאָנִיtoo;גַם
andוְmy kidneysכִלְיוֹתָיwill exultתַעְלֹזְנָהwhenבְּyour lipsשְׂפָתֶיךָspeakדַבֵּרwhat is right.מֵישָׁרִים
Do not letאַלyour heartלִבְּךָenvyיְקַנֵּאsinners,בַּחַטָּאִיםbutכִּי אִםcontinue in the fearבְּיִרְאַתof YHWHיְהוָהallכָּלday long;הַיּוֹם
forכִּיsurelyאִםthere isיֵשׁa future,אַחֲרִיתandוְyour hopeתִקְוָתְךָwill notלֹאbe cut off.תִכָּרֵת
Hear,שְׁמַעyou,אַתָּהmy son,בְנִיandוַbe wise,חֲכָםandוְdirectאַשֵּׁרyour heartלִבֶּךָin the way.בַּדֶּרֶךְ
Do notאַלbeתְּהִיamong drinkersבְסֹבְאֵיof wine,יָיִןamong gluttonsבְּזֹלֲלֵיof meatבָשָׂרfor themselves;לָמוֹ
forכִּיthe drinkerסֹבֵאand the gluttonוְזוֹלֵלwill become poor,יִוָּרֵשׁandוּdrowsinessנוּמָהwill clothe themתַּלְבִּישׁin rags.קְרָעִים
Listenשְׁמַעto your fatherלְאָבִיךָwhoזֶהfathered you,יְלָדֶךָandוְdo notאַלdespiseתָּבוּזyour motherאִמֶּךָwhenכִּיshe is old.זָקְנָה
Buyקְנֵהtruth,אֱמֶתandוְdo notאַלsell it;תִּמְכֹּרwisdom,חָכְמָהcorrection,וּמוּסָרand understanding.וּבִינָה
The fatherאֲבִיof the righteousצַדִּיקwill greatlyגִּילrejoice,יָגִילandוְwhoever fathersיוֹלֵדa wise sonחָכָםwill be gladיִשְׂמַחin him.בּוֹ
Let your fatherיִשְׂמַח אָבִיךָand your motherוְאִמֶּךָbe glad,יִשְׂמַחandוְlet her who bore youיוֹלַדְתֶּךָrejoice.תָגֵל
Giveתְּנָהmeלִיyour heart,לִבְּךָmy son,בְנִיandוְlet your eyesעֵינֶיךָkeepתִּצֹּרְנָהmy ways.דְּרָכַי
Forכִּיa prostituteזוֹנָהis a deepעֲמֻקָּהpit,שׁוּחָהandוּa foreign womanנָכְרִיָּהis a narrowצָרָהwell.בְאֵר
Sheהִיאalsoאַףlies in waitתֶּאֱרֹבlike a robber,כְּחֶתֶףandוּincreasesתּוֹסִףthe treacherousבוֹגְדִיםamong men.בְּאָדָם
Who hasלְמִיwoe?אוֹיWho hasלְמִיsorrow?אֲבוֹיWho hasלְמִיquarrels?מִדְיָנִיםWho hasלְמִיcomplaining?שִׂיחַWho hasלְמִיwoundsפְּצָעִיםwithout cause?חִנָּםWho hasלְמִיrednessחַכְלִלוּתof eyes?עֵינָיִם
Those who lingerלַמְאַחֲרִיםover wine,עַל הַיָּיִןthose who goלַבָּאִיםto search outלַחְקֹרmixed wine.מִמְסָךְ
Do notאַלlook atתֵּרֶאwineיַיִןwhenכִּיit is red,יִתְאַדָּםwhenכִּיit givesיִתֵּןits sparkleעֵינוֹin the cup,בַּכּוֹסwhen it goes downיִתְהַלֵּךְsmoothly.בְּמֵישָׁרִים
In the endאַחֲרִיתוֹit bitesיִשָּׁךְlike a serpent,כְּנָחָשׁandוּlike a viperכְצִפְעֹנִיit stings.יַפְרִשׁ
Your eyesעֵינֶיךָwill seeיִרְאוּstrange things,זָרוֹתandוְyour heartלִבְּךָwill speakיְדַבֵּרperversities.תַּהְפֻּכוֹת
And you will beוְהָיִיתָlike one who lies downכְּשֹׁכֵבin the heartבְּלֶבof the sea,יָםandוּlike one who lies downכְשֹׁכֵבon topבְּרֹאשׁof the mast.חִבֵּל
“They struck me,הִכּוּנִיI was notבַלhurt;חָלִיתִיthey beat me,הֲלָמוּנִיI did notבַּלfeel it.יָדָעְתִּיWhenמָתַיwill I wake up?אָקִיץI will seek itאֲבַקְשֶׁנּוּyetעוֹדagain.”אוֹסִיף