Wisdom has built her house; she has carved out its seven pillars.

For her house sinks down to death, and her paths lead to the place of the departed spirits.

Keep yourself far from her, and do not go near the door of her house,

He was passing by the street near her corner, making his way along the road to her house

Her house is the way to the grave, going down to the chambers of death.

So she sits at the door of her house, on a seat at the highest point of the city,

Every wise woman builds her household, but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.

She watches over the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.

She is not afraid of the snow for her household, for all of her household are clothed with scarlet.