Let another praise you, and not your own mouth; someone else, and not your own lips.

Like a bird that wanders from its nest, so is a person who wanders from his home.

Whoever hides her hides the wind or grasps oil with his right hand.

In the transgression of an evil person there is a snare, but a righteous person can sing and rejoice.

Whoever shares with a thief is his own enemy; he hears the oath to testify, but does not talk.

The fear of people becomes a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord will be set on high.

She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.

For he came out of prison to become king, even though he had been born poor in what would become his kingdom.

Just as there is futility in many dreams, so also in many words. Therefore, fear God!

Though the stillborn child came into the world for no reason and departed into darkness, though its name is shrouded in darkness,

It is better for a person to receive a rebuke from those who are wise than to listen to the song of fools.

Even when a fool walks along the road he lacks sense, and shows everyone what a fool he is.

Fools are placed in many positions of authority, while wealthy men sit in lowly positions.

Feasts are made for laughter, and wine makes life merry, but money is the answer for everything.

My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.

The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how delightful you are! The lush foliage is our canopied bed;

The Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! My lover is approaching! Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills!

The Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

The Lover to His Beloved: You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.

My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him.