Her children arise up and call her blessed

Who can find a virtuous woman?
for her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her,
so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She will do him good and not evil
all the days of her life.
She seeketh wool, and flax,
and worketh willingly with her hands.
She is like the merchants’ ships;
she bringeth her food from afar.
She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth
meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it:
with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength,
and strengtheneth her arms.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good:
her candle goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the spindle,
and her hands hold the distaff.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor;
yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household:
for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry;
her clothing is silk and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates,
when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it;
and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing;
and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom;
and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household,
and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously,
but thou excellest them all.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain:
but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands;
and let her own works praise her in the gates.

–Proverbs 31


  1. e.e. cummings says

    if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
    one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
    a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
    it will be a heaven of blackred roses

    my father will be(deep like a rose
    tall like a rose)

    standing near my

    (swaying over her
    with eyes which are really petals and see

    nothing with the face of a poet really which
    is a flower and not a face with
    which whisper
    This is my beloved my

    (suddenly in sunlight

    he will bow,

    & the whole garden will bow)

  2. Marge Piercy says

    What is this mask of skin we wear,
    what is this dress of flesh,
    this coat of few colors and little hair?

    This voluptuous seething heap of desires
    and fears, squeaking mice turned up
    in a steaming haystack with their babies?

    This coat has been handed down, an heirloom
    this coat of black hair and ample flesh,
    this coat of pale slightly ruddy skin.

    This set of hips and thighs, these buttocks
    they provided cushioning for my grandmother
    Hannah, for my mother Bert and for me

    and we all sat on them in turn, those major
    muscles on which we walk and walk and walk
    over the earth in search of peace and plenty.

    My mother is my mirror and I am hers.
    What do we see? Our face grown young again,
    our breasts grown firm, legs lean and elegant.

    Our arms quivering with fat, eyes
    set in the bark of wrinkles, hands puffy,
    our belly seamed with childbearing,

    Give me your dress that I might try it on.
    Oh it will not fit you mother, you are too fat.
    I will not fit you mother.

    I will not be the bride you can dress,
    the obedient dutiful daughter you would chew,
    a dog’s leather bone to sharpen your teeth.

    You strike me sometimes just to hear the sound.
    Loneliness turns your fingers into hooks
    barbed and drawing blood with their caress.

    My twin, my sister, my lost love,
    I carry you in me like an embryo
    as once you carried me.

  3. Paul McCartney says

    When I find myself in times of trouble
    Mother Mary comes to me
    Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
    And in my hour of darkness
    She is standing right in front of me
    Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
    Let it be, let it be.
    Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

    And when the broken hearted people
    Living in the world agree,
    There will be an answer, let it be.
    For though they may be parted there is
    Still a chance that they will see
    There will be an answer, let it be.
    Let it be, let it be. Yeah
    There will be an answer, let it be.

    And when the night is cloudy,
    There is still a light that shines on me,
    Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
    I wake up to the sound of music
    Mother Mary comes to me
    Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
    Let it be, let it be.
    There will be an answer, let it be.
    Let it be, let it be,
    Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

  4. Anonymous says

    My soul magnifies the Lord,
    and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,

    for he has regarded the low estate
    of his handmaiden.

    For behold, henceforth all generations
    will call me blessed;

    for he who is mighty has done great
    things for me,

    and holy is his name.

    And his mercy is on those who fear
    him from generation to generation.

    He has shown strength with his arm,
    he has scattered the proud in the
    imagination of their hearts,

    he has put down the mighty from
    their thrones, and exalted those of low degree;

    he has filled the hungry with good
    things, and the rich he has sent empty away.

    He has helped his servant Israel,
    in remembrance of his mercy,

    as he spoke to our fathers,
    to Abraham and to his posterity
    for ever.

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