A Virtuous Woman
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Who can find a virtuous woman?
Above rubies is her price.
Her husband doth truly trust in her.
No need he'll have spoil, she is wise.
She will rise up while it is yet night,
Fill her lamps with oil, enough to do.
She seeks wool and flax,
Works with her hands to help him, too.
She is likened to the merchants' ship,
Bringing food from afar.
She rises while it's night, still,
Giving food to her household, none to bar.
She buys a field and a vineyard.
She plants, with her own hand,
A bountiful blessing to her husband.
Her candle goes not out in the land.
She girds her loins
And sees her merchandise is good.
Her hand doth lay upon the spindle.
The distaff in her hand she doth display.
Reaching out her hand to the poor,
Which are in dire need,
Strength and honor are her clothing;
She hath planted good seed.
In time to come, she shall rejoice.
I know she hath pleased her Lord well.
She looks well to the needs of her household.
I know, with God she will dwell.
Her husband praises her.
Her children rise up and call her blest.
She looks to the needs of her household.
I know, her Lord will give her rest.
Many daughters have done virtuously.
But, she exceeds them all.
Favor is deceitful. She is not vain.
Upon her Lord doth she call.
There, in the pearled realms of Heaven,
I know, for her He awaits
To give her fruits of her hands and
Her own works doth praise her, at the gates.
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