| For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver. | For you, God, have tested us. You have refined us, as silver is refined. |
| How much better to get wisdom than gold, to get insight rather than silver! | How much better it is to get wisdom than gold! Yes, to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver. |
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| The tongue of the righteous is choice silver, but the heart of the wicked is of little value. | The tongue of the righteous is like choice silver. The heart of the wicked is of little worth. |
| Do not make any gods to be alongside me; do not make for yourselves gods of silver or gods of gold. | You shall most certainly not make gods of silver or gods of gold for yourselves to be alongside me. |
| A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold. | A good name is more desirable than great riches, and loving favor is better than silver and gold. |
| Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income. This too is meaningless. | He who loves silver shall not be satisfied with silver, nor he who loves abundance, with increase. This also is vanity. |
| For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect. | Knowing that you were redeemed, not with corruptible things like silver or gold, from the useless way of life handed down from your fathers, but with precious blood, as of a lamb without blemish or spot, the blood of Christ. |
| For the practices of the peoples are worthless; they cut a tree out of the forest, and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel. They adorn it with silver and gold; they fasten it with hammer and nails so it will not totter. Like a scarecrow in a cucumber field, their idols cannot speak; they must be carried because they cannot walk. Do not fear them; they can do no harm nor can they do any good. | For the customs of the peoples are vanity; for one cuts a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman with the ax. They deck it with silver and with gold. They fasten it with nails and with hammers, so that it can’t move. They are like a palm tree, of turned work, and don’t speak. They must be carried, because they can’t move. Don’t be afraid of them; for they can’t do evil, neither is it in them to do good. |
