Lyrics
Hear, my son, your father's teaching
Reject not your mother's song
A graceful crown, a royal diadem
Will they be for the crowning of your soul
Crying aloud is the voice of Wisdom
In open squares and the streets of your soul
So the sinners entice you and say
?Come along.? Hold back your foot from their path
For their way is quick to shed blood
And death will come back on them each and everyone
Happy the man who finds Wisdom
Her profit is better than silver or gold
When you are young, disdain not discipline
And you'll be honored when you grow old
She is like the tree of life
By Wisdom all of the earth was founded
The depths break open, the clouds poured down rain
Let not lady Wisdom escape you
Hear, my song, your Father's teaching
Reject not Wisdom's song