I am more weary than learned among people; I have not mastered wisdom by my strength. Who has climbed to heaven and descended? Who has gathered wind within His hands? Every word of God is pure; He is a shield to all who trust in Him. Do not add your words to what He has spoken, Lest the truth expose the lie within. Give me neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the portion that I need. Lest I become full and then deny You, Or become poor and steal through desperate greed. Three things never say that they have enough: The grave, the barren womb, the thirsty ground. Four small things reveal uncommon wisdom: Ants prepare; the conies shelter among stone; Locusts march though they possess no ruler; The spider holds in palaces and homes. The eagle's way in air, the serpent's track on rock, A ship across the sea, and love's mysterious road. Pride may churn the milk until it hardens; Wrath, like pressure, draws out blood. Every word of God is pure; Let humility become your truest song. Place your hand upon your mouth before boasting; Trust the shield that never leads you wrong.