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1 Doth not wysdome crye? doth not vnderstandynge put forth her voyce?
2 Standeth she not in the hye places in the stretes and wayes?
3 doth she not crye before the whole cytie, and in the gates where men go out and in?
4 It is you, O ye men (sayeth she) whom I call: Unto (the chyldren of men) do I lyft vp my voyce.
5 Take hede vnto knowledge O ye ignoraunt be wyse in herte, O ye foles.
6 Geue eare, for I wyll speake of greate matters, and open my lyppes to tell thynges that be ryght.
7 For my throte shalbe talkynge of the trueth and my lyppes abhorre vngodlynesse.
8 All the wordes of my mouth are righteous, there is no frowarnedsse nor falshede therin.
9 They are all playne to soche as wyll vnderstande, and ryght to them that fynde knowledge.
10 Receaue my doctryne, and not syluer: and my knowledge, more then fyne golde.
11 For wysdome is more worth then precious stones, yee all thynges that thou canst desyre, maye not be compared vnto it.
12 I wysdome haue my dwellynge with knowledge, and prudent councell is myne awne.