As the rubies red are hard to find,
So is a woman virtuous and kind.
Her husband’s heart is filled with trust,
He hunts not treasures as most men dost.
No evil will this woman do,
But only good to him will shew.
Flax and wool she searcheth out,
Hands willingly work without a pout.
From far like ships she bringeth food,
To prepare at night for her households good.
She sought, considered and bought a field,
By the fruit of her hands her vineyard will yield.
By the work she doeth all the day long,
Are her loins girt about and her arms made strong.
Her merchandise is good in her sight,
Her candle goeth not out by night.
Of the spindle and distaff her hands take hold,
Never laying in her lap her hands do fold.
To the poor and needy her hands do spread,
She does not begrudge to give them bread.
In winter she doth not the wind or snow loathe,
For in scarlet doth she her whole household clothe.
Coverings of tapestry upon her are laid,
Of silk and purple her wardrobe is made.
Amidst the elders her husband is known,
When to a seat among them he’s shown.
She maketh and selleth of her fine linen,
And to the merchants her girdles are given.
Strength and honour are her clothing of choice,
In the time to come she shall rejoice.
With not but wisdom her mouth is strung,
The law of kindness is in her tongue.
With idleness is she never fed,
But toils hard for her daily bread.
To call her blessed her children arise,
Her husband praiseth her likewise.
Many daughters have done well,
But thou dost all of them excel!
Vain is her beauty, deceitful her favour,
But who feareth the LORD, Praise will she savour.
Reward for the fruit of her hand ye shall give,
Her own works shall praise her as long as she live.
Written January 18th,2013
by: Brytni Jade Cutler
Dedicated to my Mother,
Jacqueline Verna Cutler