She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
Who can find a virtuous woman for her price is far above rubies.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good. Her candle goeth not out by night.
She consider a field and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard
She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
We have it hanging on our door. It is a beautiful reminder from the Lord.
Blessings,
Terry
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