O Men, I Call and My Cry Is to the Sons of Men

In the book of proverbs, chapter eight, eternity of wisdom does not wisdom call does not understanding. O men, i call and my cry is to the sons of men. O simple ones, learn prudence. O foolish men. Hear, for i will speak noble thing, and from my lips will come what is right. Wickedness is an abomination to my lips. All the words of my mouth are righteous. There is nothing twisted or crooked in them. They are all straight to him who understands, and right to those who find knowledge. Take my instruction instead of silver, and knowledge rather than choice gold. For wisdom is better than jewels. I love those who love me