For you, God, have tested us. You have refined us, as silver is refined. | For You, O God, have tested us; You have refined us as silver is refined. |
The tongue of the righteous is like choice silver. The heart of the wicked is of little worth. | The tongue of the righteous is choice silver; The heart of the wicked is worth little. |
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You shall most certainly not make gods of silver or gods of gold for yourselves to be alongside me. | You shall not make anything to be with Me—gods of silver or gods of gold you shall not make for yourselves. |
How much better it is to get wisdom than gold! Yes, to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver. | How much better to get wisdom than gold! And to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver. |
A good name is more desirable than great riches, and loving favor is better than silver and gold. | A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches, Loving favor rather than silver and gold. |
He who loves silver shall not be satisfied with silver, nor he who loves abundance, with increase. This also is vanity. | He who loves silver will not be satisfied with silver; Nor he who loves abundance, with increase. This also is vanity. |
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. | Knowing that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, like silver or gold, from your aimless conduct received by tradition from your fathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot. |
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. | For the customs of the peoples are futile; For one cuts a tree from the forest, The work of the hands of the workman, with the ax. They decorate it with silver and gold; They fasten it with nails and hammers So that it will not topple. They are upright, like a palm tree, And they cannot speak; They must be carried, Because they cannot go by themselves. Do not be afraid of them, For they cannot do evil, Nor can they do any good. |