3 At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud,
4 'Unto you, O men, I call, And my voice 'is' unto the sons of men.
5 Understand, ye simple ones, prudence, And ye fools, understand the heart,
6 Hearken, for noble things I speak, And the opening of my lips 'is' uprightness.
7 For truth doth my mouth utter, And an abomination to my lips 'is' wickedness.
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