I prayed, and prudence was given me/ I pleaded and the spirit of Wisdom came to me./ I preferred her to scepter and throne,/ And deemed riches nothing in comparison with her,/nor did I liken any priceless gem to her/ because all gold, in view of her, is a little sand, and before her, silver is to be accounted mire./Beyond health and comeliness I loved her,/ And I chose to have her rather than the light,/ because the splendor of her never yields to sleep./Yet all good things together came to me in her company,/ and countless riches at her hands.Wisdom 7:7-11
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