Like ploughman and sower, cultivate her and wait for her fine harvest, for in tilling her you will toil a little while, but very soon you will be eating her crops. How very harsh she is to the undisciplined! The senseless does not stay with her for long: she will weigh as heavily on the senseless as a touchstone and such a person will lose no time in throwing her off; for Wisdom is true to her name, she is not accessible to many.
Listen, my child, and take my advice, do not reject my counsel: put your feet into her fetters, and your neck into her collar; offer your shoulder to her burden, do not be impatient of her bonds; court her with all your soul, and with all your might keep in her ways; search for her, track her down: she will reveal herself; once you hold her, do not let her go.
For in the end you will find rest in her and she will take the form of joy for you: her fetters you will find a mighty defence, her collars, a precious necklace. Her yoke will be a golden ornament, and her bonds be purple ribbons; you will wear her like a robe of honour, you will put her on like a crown of joy. If you wish it, my child, you can be taught; apply yourself, and you will become intelligent. If you love listening, you will learn, if you pay attention, you will become wise. (Sir. 6:19-33)