Knox Bible

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Hear now how wisdom speaks in her own regard, of the honour God has given her, of the boast she utters among the nation that is hers.

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In the court of the most High, in the presence of all his host, she makes her boast aloud,

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and here, amid the holy gathering of her own people, that high renown of hers is echoed;

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praise is hers from God’s chosen, blessing from blessed lips.

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I am that word, she says, that was uttered by the mouth of the most High, the primal birth before ever creation began.

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Through me light rose in the heavens, inexhaustible; it was I that covered, as with a mist, the earth.

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In high heaven was my dwelling-place, my throne a pillar of cloud;

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none but I might span the sky’s vault, pierce the depth of the abyss, walk on the sea’s waves;

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no part of earth but gave a resting-place to my feet.

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People was none, nor any race of men, but I had dominion there;

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high and low, my power ruled over men’s hearts. Yet with all these I sought rest in vain; it is among the Lord’s people that I mean to dwell.

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He who fashioned me, he, my own Creator, has found me a dwelling-place;

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and his command to me was that I should find my home in Jacob, throw in my lot with Israel, take root among his chosen race.

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From the beginning of time, before the worlds, he had made me, unfailing to all eternity; in his own holy dwelling-place I had waited on his presence;

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and now, no less faithfully, I made Sion my stronghold, the holy city my resting-place, Jerusalem my throne.

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My roots spread out among the people that enjoys his favour, my God has granted me a share in his own domain; where his faithful servants are gathered I love to linger.

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I grew to my full stature as cedar grows on Lebanon, as cypress on Sion’s hill;

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or a palm tree in Cades, or a rose bush in Jericho;

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grew like some fair olive in the valley, some plane-tree in a well-watered street.

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Cinnamon and odorous balm have no scent like mine; the choicest myrrh has no such fragrance.

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Perfumed is all my dwelling-place with storax, and galbanum, and onycha, and stacte, and frankincense uncrushed; the smell of me is like pure balm.

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Mastic-tree spread not its branches so wide, as I the hopes I proffer of glory and of grace.

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No vine ever yielded fruit so fragrant; the enjoyment of honour and riches is the fruit I bear.

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It is I that give birth to all noble loving, all reverence, all true knowledge, and the holy gift of hope.

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From me comes every grace of faithful observance, from me all promise of life and vigour.

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Hither turn your steps, all you that have learned to long for me; take your fill of the increase I yield.

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Never was honey so sweet as the influence I inspire, never honey-comb as the gift I bring;

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mine is a renown that endures, age after age.

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Eat of this fruit, and you will yet hunger for more; drink of this wine, and your thirst for it is still unquenched.

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He who listens to me will never be disappointed; he who lives by me will do no wrong;

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he who reads my lesson aright will find in it life eternal.

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What things are these I write of? What but the life-giving book that is the covenant of the most High, and the revelation of all truth?

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What but the law Moses enjoined, with the duties it prescribes, the inheritance it bestows, the promises it holds out?

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Solemnly he pledged himself to give his servant David an heir most valiant, that should hold his royal throne for ever.

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Who but he✻ can make wisdom flow, deep as the stream Phison sends down, or Tigris, in the spring;

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make the tide of prudence run, strong as Euphrates’ own, or Jordan’s tide in the month of harvest;

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make obedience rise to its full height, like Nile✻ or Gehon when men gather the vintage?

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He it was that first attained to wisdom’s secret, never since made known to any less than himself;

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so deep are her thoughts, sea-deep, so dark her counsels, dark as the great abyss.

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From me rivers flow, says Wisdom, deep rivers.

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And what am I?✻ A conduit that carries off the river’s overflow, its channel, the aqueduct that waters a park.

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I thought to refresh my well-set garden, give drink to the fruits that fringe its border;

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and all at once my channel overflowed, this stream of mine had nigh turned into a sea!

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Teaching is here like the dawn for brightness, shedding its rays afar.

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Nay, I will make my way down to the depths of earth, and visit those who sleep there, and to such as trust in the Lord I will bring light.

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My teaching shall yet flow on, faithful as prophecy, heirloom to all such as make wisdom their quest, and to their children yet, until the holy days come.

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See how I have toiled, not for my own sake merely, but for all such as covet wisdom!