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.
6 Forsake ye, the simple, and live, And be happy in the way of understanding.
7 The instructor of a scorner Is receiving for it -- shame, And a reprover of the wicked -- his blemish.
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