She standeth in the top of high places, by the way in the places of the paths.
She crieth at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the coming in at the doors.
Unto you, O people, I call; and my voice is to you.
Hear; for I will speak of excellent things;
and the opening of my lips shall be right things.
For my mouth shall speak truth; and wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
Receive my instruction, and not silver; and knowledge rather than choice gold.
For Wisdom is better than rubies;
and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it.
I, Wisdom dwell with prudence, and find out knowledge of witty inventions.
Counsel is mine, and sound wisdom: I am understanding; I have strength.
Photos: Further progress on an embroidered prayer cloth that I first posted here back in May.