
Who can find a virtuous woman, above rubies is her price,
Her husband doth truly trust in her, no need he'll have of 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 to.
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 hands 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 has 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,
And give her the fruits of her hands, and her own works, doth praise her at the gates.