Coverdale(i) 1 Wysdome hath buylded herself an house, and hewen out seuen pilers: 2 she hath slaughted, poured out hir wyne, and prepared hir table. 3 She hath sent forth hir maydens to crie vpo the hyest place of the cite: 4 Who so is ignoraut, let him come hither. And to the vn wise she sayde: 5 O come on youre waye, eate my bred, and drynke my wyne, which I haue poured out for you. 6 Forsake ignorauce, and ye shal lyue: and se that ye go in the waye of vnderstondinge. 7 Who so reproueth a scornefull personne, getteth him self dishonoure: and he that rebuketh the vngodly, stayneth himself. 8 Reproue not a scorner, lest he owe the euell wil: but rebuke a wyse man, and he wil loue the. 9 Geue a discrete man but an occasion, & he wilbe the wyser: teach a rightuous man, and he wil increase. 10 The feare of the LORDE is the begynnynge of wysdome, & the knowlege of holy thinges is vnderstondinge. 11 For thorow me yi dayes shalbe prolonged, and the yeares of thy life shal be many. 12 Yf thou be wyse, yi wysdome shal do yi selfe good: but yf thou thynkest scorne therof, it shalbe thine owne harme. 13 A foolish restlesse woman, full of wordes, and soch one as hath no knowlege, 14 sytteth in the dores of hir house vpo a stole aboue in the cite, 15 to call soch as go by and walke straight in their wayes. 16 Who so is ignoraunt (sayeth she) let him come hither, and to the vnwyse she sayeth: 17 stollen waters are swete, & the bred that is preuely eaten, hath a good taist. 18 But they cosider not that death is there, and that hir gestes go downe to hell.