Far Above Rubies

Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies

The heart of her husband
Doth safely trust in her
So that he shall have no need of spoil
She will do him good
And not evil all the days of her life

She seeketh wool, and flax
And worketh willingly with her hands

Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies

She is like the merchants' ships
She bringeth her food from afar

She riseth also while it is yet night
And giveth meat to her household
And a portion to her maidens

She considereth a field, and buyeth it
With the fruit of her hands
She planteth a vineyard

She girdeth her loins with strength
And strengtheneth her arms

She perceiveth that her
Merchandise is good
Her candle goeth not out by night

She layeth her hands to the spindle
And her hands hold the distaff

She stretcheth out her hand
To the poor; yea
She reacheth forth her hands to the needy

She is not afraid of the snow
For her household
For all her household
Are clothed with scarlet

She maketh herself coverings of tapestry
Her clothing is silk and purple

Her husband is known in the gates
When he sitteth among
The elders of the land

She maketh fine linen, and selleth it
And delivereth girdles
Unto the merchant

Strength and honour are her clothing
And she shall rejoice in time to come

Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies

The heart of her husband
Doth safely trust in her
So that he shall have no need of spoil
She will do him good
And not evil all the days of her life

She seeketh wool, and flax
And worketh willingly with her hands

Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies

She openeth her mouth with wisdom
And in her tongue is the law of kindness

She looketh well
To the ways of her household
And eateth not the bread of idleness

Her children arise up
And call her blessed
Her husband also, and he praiseth her

Many daughters have done virtuously
But thou excellest them all

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain
But a woman that feareth the Lord
She shall be praised

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain
But a woman that feareth the Lord
She shall be praised
She shall be praised

Give her of the fruit of her hands
And let her own works
Praise her in the gates

Give her of the fruit of her hands
And let her own works
Praise her in the gates

Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies

Far above rubies!
Far above rubies!
Far above rubies!
Far above rubies!
Far above rubies!
Far above!
Far above!
Far!



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