חָרוּץ

while you sleep among the camp fires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold.

For her good profit is better than getting silver, and her return is better than fine gold.

Receive my instruction rather than silver, knowledge rather than choice gold.

My fruit is better than gold, yes, than fine gold, my yield than choice silver.

How much better it is to get wisdom than gold! Yes, to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver.

Tyre built herself a stronghold, and heaped up silver like the dust, and fine gold like the mire of the streets.