I’m working on a Sophia (Wisdom) Quote bag.

In the meantime here’s my adaptation of a text from the second century BC:

Wisdom sings her own praises,

Before her people she proclaims her glory.

In the congregation of the Most High

She opens her mouth, in the presence

Of his hosts she declares her worth:

From the mouth of the Most High

I came forth and covered the earth

As a mist. I dwelt in high places,

My throne a cloudy pillar.

I alone compassed the vault of heaven,

And wandered through the deepest abyss.

Over the waves of the sea, over all the land,

Over every people and nation I held sway.

Among all these I sought a resting place;

In whose inheritance shall I abide?

I am the mother of fair love, and

Fear and knowledge, and holy hope:

I therefore, being eternal,

Am given to all my children.

Come to me, all you that yearn for me,

And be filled with my fruits;

My memory is sweeter than honey,

My inheritance better than the honeycomb.

They who eat of me will yet hunger still,

They that drink of me will thirst for more.

They who obey me will never be confounded

and they who serve me will never fail.

— Sirach Chapter 24