1 Doesn`t wisdom cry out? Doesn`t understanding raise her voice?
2 On the top of high places by the way, Where the paths meet, she stands.
3 Beside the gates, at the entry of the city, At the entry doors, she cries aloud:
4 "To you men, I call! I send my voice to the sons of mankind.
5 You simple, understand prudence. You fools, be of an understanding heart.
6 Hear, for I will speak excellent things. The opening of my lips is for right things.
7 For my mouth speaks truth. Wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
