Oh, how I love thee, Wisdom.
For you have become to me like a sister;
you have made insight my closest of friends.
Every day you come and visit me,
Staying long, dwelling in my home.
You gently speak, sometimes loudly shout,
Your words are the greatest of treasures; I hold them very close to my heart.
Where would I be without you!
What would I have become?
For my own strength would have been counted as the dust,
my efforts as a futile pursuit.
But you, Wisdom, are a lamp to my feet, a light to my path,
A help, a guide, my daily companion.
Zephaniah 