Grace and beauty charm the eye; best of all, the green wheat.
Friend and friend, gossip and gossip, are well met; best of all, man and wife.
Kinsmen …✻ will help thee in hard times; best of all thy alms-deeds to deliver thee.
Gold and silver give thee sure vantage-ground; best of all, right counsel.
Riches and strength make the heart beat high; best of all, the fear of the Lord.
Thriftless wife if thou hast, seal is best.
Man’s wickedness is too strong for woman at her best;✻ and a woman that plays thee false brings thee only disgrace.
Glorify him as best you may, glory is still lacking, such is the marvel of his greatness;
Only the fat from the sacrifice, only David out of all Israel; the Lord must have ever the best!
Take thy harp and go round the streets, poor harlot forgotten; now for thy best notes, now for thy whole store of music, to bring thee back into remembrance!
forbidding the prophet to prophesy, the man of vision to have vision of the truth. Ever they must be told what likes them best, comforted in their illusions;
Sound we the attack on the city; to move now were best, and march up under the light of noon! Plague upon it, the day is already spent, the shadows of evening lengthen already;
swore that I would take them away to the home I had destined for them, a land all milk and honey, the best of lands.
But I swore, out in the desert, that the promised land, all milk and honey, best of lands, should never be theirs.
On marches he, yonder Syrian king, raises mound, and makes fortified cities his own; Egypt’s vigour is all spent, never a halt, though its best warriors engage him;
Thy gift to them, Lord, what is the best gift they can have of thee? A womb, assuredly, that miscarries, and dried-up breasts!
Come back, men of Israel, with a plea ready on your lips: Pardon all our guilt, and take the best we have in return;✻ the praises we utter shall be our victims now.
Yet, trust me, it shall nothing avail you, this harrying of the poor, and taking toll of the best they have. Houses of stone you build you shall never dwell in, sunny vineyards you plant you shall drink of never.
Sleep they on beds of ivory, sprawl they at table, eating the best lambs flock can provide, calves fattened at the stall;
All their drinking is from the bowl, all their ointment of the best, and what care they for Joseph’s ruin?