About this song
About this song
This song belongs to the Proverbs collection. One recording is available to play here, with the complete lyrics below.
- Collection
- Proverbs
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.
About the passage
Proverbs 30: The teacher who begins by admitting his limits
Agur opens Proverbs 30 by doing the opposite of advertising his authority: he admits how little he can command or fully understand, then sets that limitation beside the purity of God's words. His prayer for neither poverty nor riches makes “enough” a chosen boundary rather than a consolation prize. From there the chapter keeps testing appetite and proportion. Some things never say they have enough; hidden wrongdoing can wipe its mouth and deny that anything happened; social reversals can expose instability; and small creatures answer weakness with preparation, shelter, coordination, or access. The numbered sayings do not force unlike things into moral equivalence. They notice patterns across them. By the end, mystery gives way to plain cause and effect. Milk churned becomes butter, a wrung nose bleeds, and anger under continued pressure becomes strife. The chapter begins with what Agur cannot master and closes with a consequence simple enough to feel in the hand.
Study Proverbs 30 in depth →
