Ordsprogene 9
1 Visdommen bygged sig Hus, rejste sig støtter syv,
Wisdom hath built herself a house, she hath hewn her out seven pillars.
2 slagted sit Kvæg og blanded sin Vin, hun har ogsaa dækket sit Bord;
She hath slain her victims, mingled her wine, and set forth her table.
3 hun har sendt sine Terner ud, byder ind paa Byens højeste Steder:
She hath sent her maids to invite to the tower, and to the walls of the city:
4 Hvo som er tankeløs, han komme hid, jeg taler til dem, som er uden Vid:
Whosoever is a little one, let him come to me. And to the unwise she said:
5 Kom og smag mit Brød og drik den Vin, jeg har blandet!
Come, eat my bread, and drink the wine which I have mingled for you.
6 Lad Tankeløshed fare, saa skal I leve, skrid frem ad Forstandens Vej! —
Forsake childishness, and live, and walk by the ways of prudence.
7 Tugter man en Spotter, henter man sig Haan; revser man en gudløs, høster man Skam;
He that teacheth a scorner, doth an injury to himself: and he that rebuketh a wicked man, getteth himself a blot.
8 revs ikke en Spotter, at han ikke skal hade dig, revs den vise, saa elsker han dig;
Rebuke not a scorner lest he hate thee. Rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.
9 giv til den vise, saa bliver han visere, lær den retfærdige, saa øges hans Viden.
Give an occasion to a wise man, and wisdom shall be added to him. Teach a just man, and he shall make haste to receive it.
10 HERRENS Frygt er Visdoms Grundlag, at kende den HELLIGE, det er Forstand. —
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is prudence.
11 Thi mange bliver ved mig dine Dage, dine Livsaars Tal skal øges.
For by me shall thy days be multiplied, and years of life shall be added to thee.
12 Er du viis, er det til Gavn for dig selv; spotter du, bærer du ene Følgen!
If thou be wise, thou shalt be so to thyself: and if a scorner, thou alone shalt bear the evil.
13 Daarskaben, hun slaar sig løs og lokker og kender ikke til Skam;
A foolish woman and clamorous, and full of allurements, and knowing nothing at all,
14 hun sidder ved sit Huses Indgang, troner paa Byens Høje
Sat at the door of her house, upon a seat, in a high place of the city,
15 og byder dem ind, der kommer forbi, vandrende ad deres slagne Vej:
To call them that pass by the way, and go on their journey:
16 Hvo som er tankeløs, han komme hid, jeg taler til dem, som er uden Vid:
He that is a little one, let him turn to me. And to the fool she said:
17 Stjaalen Drik er sød, lønligt Brød er lækkert!
Stolen waters are sweeter, and hid den bread is more pleasant.
