Proverbs 10:1–32 — The Righteous Is an Everlasting Foundation EN

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[Proverbs Chapter Ten]
[48 BPM ancient-sanctuary sleep-prayer atmosphere]
[one continuous low sacred drone begins beneath a hushed intimate voice]
[isolated felt-piano notes bloom with very long candle-warm room decay]
[dark feather-soft transients; softened highs; generous silence]

The proverbs of Solomon.
A wise son maketh a glad father:
but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.

Treasures of wickedness profit nothing:
but righteousness delivereth from death.

The LORD will not suffer the soul of the righteous to famish:
but he casteth away the substance of the wicked.

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He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand:
but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.

He that gathereth in summer is a wise son:
but he that sleepeth in harvest is a son that causeth shame.

Blessings are upon the head of the just:
but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.

[restrained low male choir appears far behind the lead, open vowels only]
[one distant bell tone, soft and rounded, dissolves into the room]

The memory of the just is blessed:
but the name of the wicked shall rot.

The wise in heart will receive commandments:
but a prating fool shall fall.

He that walketh uprightly walketh surely:
but he that perverteth his ways shall be known.

He that winketh with the eye causeth sorrow:
but a prating fool shall fall.

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The mouth of a righteous man is a well of life:
but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.

Hatred stirreth up strifes:
but love covereth all sins.

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[low choir voicing shifts almost beneath perception]

In the lips of him that hath understanding wisdom is found:
but a rod is for the back of him that is void of understanding.

Wise men lay up knowledge:
but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.

The rich man’s wealth is his strong city:
the destruction of the poor is their poverty.

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The labour of the righteous tendeth to life:
the fruit of the wicked to sin.

He is in the way of life that keepeth instruction:
but he that refuseth reproof erreth.

He that hideth hatred with lying lips,
and he that uttereth a slander,
is a fool.

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[enormous quiet around each phrase]

In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin:
but he that refraineth his lips is wise.

The tongue of the just is as choice silver:
the heart of the wicked is little worth.

The lips of the righteous feed many:
but fools die for want of wisdom.

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[one low distant chant tone returns without words]

The blessing of the LORD,
it maketh rich,
and he addeth no sorrow with it.

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[slowly shifting choir voicing begins far behind the listener]

It is as sport to a fool to do mischief:
but a man of understanding hath wisdom.

The fear of the wicked,
it shall come upon him:
but the desire of the righteous shall be granted.

As the whirlwind passeth,
so is the wicked no more:
but the righteous is an everlasting foundation.

[all motion becomes still]
[deep male chant remains wordless and nearly inaudible beneath the final phrase]
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As vinegar to the teeth,
and as smoke to the eyes,
so is the sluggard to them that send him.

The fear of the LORD prolongeth days:
but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.

The hope of the righteous shall be gladness:
but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.

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[choir darkens slightly without becoming louder]

The way of the LORD is strength to the upright:
but destruction shall be to the workers of iniquity.

The righteous shall never be removed:
but the wicked shall not inhabit the earth.

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The mouth of the just bringeth forth wisdom:
but the froward tongue shall be cut out.

The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable:
but the mouth of the wicked speaketh frowardness.

[voice softens toward silence]
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[only deep male chant and one low sacred drone remain]
[chant recedes into candle-warm room resonance]
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[room tone alone]
[complete silence]