¹¹ [For Wisdom is better than corals,
    and no treasures can compare with her.^(A)]

¹⁹ My fruit is better than gold, even pure gold,
    and my yield than choice silver.^(A)

⁸ I preferred her to scepter and throne,^(A)
And deemed riches nothing in comparison with her,
⁹     nor did I liken any priceless gem to her;
Because all gold, in view of her, is a bit of sand,
    and before her, silver is to be accounted mire.
¹⁰ Beyond health and beauty I loved her,
And I chose to have her rather than the light,
    because her radiance never ceases.^(B)
11 Yet all good things together came to me with her,^(C)
    and countless riches at her hands;