8 Does not ^(A)wisdom cry out,
And understanding lift up her voice?
² She takes her stand on the top of the ^[a]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 you ^[b]simple ones, understand prudence,
And you fools, be of an understanding heart.
⁶ Listen, for I will speak of ^(B)excellent 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.
⁸ All the words of my mouth are with righteousness;
Nothing crooked or perverse is in them.
⁹ They are all plain to him who understands,
And right to those who find knowledge.
¹⁰ Receive my instruction, and not silver,
And knowledge rather than choice gold;