1 Does not ^awisdom cry out,
And understanding lift up her voice? ‡

2 She takes her stand on the top of the¹ high hill,
Beside the way, where the paths meet. ‡

3 She cries out by the gates, at the entry of the city,
At the entrance of the doors:

4 “To you, O men, I call,
And my voice is to the sons of men.

5 O you¹ simple ones, understand prudence,
And you fools, be of an understanding heart. ‡

6 Listen, for I will speak of ^aexcellent things,
And from the opening of my lips will come right things; ‡

7 For my mouth will speak truth;
Wickedness is an abomination to my lips.