8 Does not wisdom call,
    Does not understanding raise her voice?
² On the heights beside the way,
    in the paths she takes her stand;
³ beside the gates in front of the town,
    at the entrance of the portals she cries aloud:
⁴ “To you, O men, I call,
    and my cry is to the sons of men.
⁵ O simple ones, learn prudence;
    O foolish men, pay attention.
⁶ Hear, for I will speak noble things,
    and from my lips will come what is right;
⁷ for my mouth will utter truth;
    wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
⁸ All the words of my mouth are righteous;
    there is nothing twisted or crooked in them.

¹⁹ My fruit is better than gold, even fine gold,
    and my yield than choice silver.
²⁰ I walk in the way of righteousness,
    in the paths of justice,
²¹ endowing with wealth those who love me,
    and filling their treasuries.

⁴ “Whoever is simple, let him turn in here!”
    To him who is without sense she says,
⁵ “Come, eat of my bread
    and drink of the wine I have mixed.
⁶ Leave simpleness,^[a] and live,
    and walk in the way of insight.”