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
