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.