8:1 Does not wisdom cry out, And understanding lift up her voice? 8:2 She takes her stand on top of the high hill, Beside the way, where the paths meet. 8:3 She cries out by the gates, at the entry of the city, At the entrance of the doors: 8:4 " To you, O men, I call, And my voice is to the sons of men. 8:5 O you simple ones, understand prudence, And you fools, be of understanding heart.
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