Ordsprogene 9
1 Visdommen bygged sig Hus, rejste sig støtter syv,
Wisdom, hath builded her house, hath hewn out her seven pillars;
2 slagted sit Kvæg og blanded sin Vin, hun har også dækket sit Bord;
hath slaughtered her beasts, hath mingled her wine, hath even set in order her table;
3 hun har sendt sine Terner ud, byder ind på Byens højeste Steder:
hath sent forth her maidens, She crieth aloud, upon the tops of the heights of the city:
4 Hvo som er tankeløs, han komme hid, jeg taler til dem, som er uden Vid:
Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither, as for him that lacketh sense, she saith to him—
5 Kom og smag mit Brød og drik den Vin, jeg har blandet!
Come, feed on my food, and drink of the wine I have mingled;
6 Lad Tankeløshed fare, så skal I leve, skrid frem ad Forstandens Vej!
Forsake the simple ones, and live, and advance in the way of understanding.
7 Tugter man en Spotter, henter man sig Hån; revser man en gudløs, høster man Skam;
He that rebuketh a scoffer, getteth to himself contempt, and, he that reproveth a lawless man, [getteth to himself] his shame.
8 revs ikke en Spotter, at han ikke skal hade dig, revs den vise, så elsker han dig;
Do not reprove a scoffer, lest he hate thee, Reprove a wise man, and he will love thee.
9 giv til den vise, så bliver han visere, lær den retfærdige, så øges hans Viden.
Give to a wise man, and he will be wiser still, Inform a righteous man, and he will increase learning.
10 HERRENs Frygt er Visdoms Grundlag, at kende den HELLIGE, det er Forstand.
The beginning of wisdom, is the reverence of Yahweh, and, the knowledge of the Holy, is understanding;
11 Thi mange bliver ved mig dine Dage, dine Livsårs Tal skal øges.
For, by me, shall be multiplied—thy days, and there be added to thee—the years of life.
12 Er du viis, er det til Gavn for dig selv; spotter du, bærer du ene Følgen!
If thou art wise, thou art wise for thyself, but, if thou scoff, alone, shalt thou bear it.
13 Dårskaben, hun slår sig løs og lokker og kender ikke til Skam;
The woman Stupidity, is boisterous, so simple that she knoweth not what she would do;
14 hun sidder ved sit Huses indgang, troner på Byens Høje
So she sitteth at the entrance of her house, upon a seat, in the heights of the city;
15 og byder dem ind, der kommer forbi, vandrende ad deres slagne Vej:
To invite them who pass by the way, who are going straight on in their paths:
16 Hvo som er tankeløs, han komme hid, jeg taler til dem, som er uden Vid:
Whoso is simple, let him turn aside hither, and, as for him that lacketh sense, she saith to him:
17 Stjålen Drik er sød, lønligt Brød er lækkert!
Stolen waters, will be sweet, —and a secret meal, will be pleasant;
