1 Wisdom hath builded her house, She hath hewn out her pillars -- seven.
2 She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.
3 She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
4 'Who 'is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,
5 'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.
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