A woman of valor who can find?
She's worth far more than a goldmine
Her husbands heart trusts in her
And he shall lack no treasure
She's good to him and never does him wrong
Everyday her whole life long
She searches for wool and flax
Her hands make up for all she lacks
Like a merchant's ship is she
Bringing food from across the sea
While it's still night she'll rise from bed
Make sure her whole household gets fed
She pictures a field, buys the land
And plants a vineyard from the fruit of her hands
Strength is wrapped around her waste
With courage both her arms are braced
She tastes that her trade is good,
Her light Is not snuffed out even at night
Sends her hand to the wheel,
Spinning spools of thread into linen
Spreads a palm to the poor man
And to the needy she lends her hand
She has no fear for her house of snows
Her family's dressed in the warmest clothes
She's made blankets for her bed
Her clothes are soft and crimson red
At the gates her husbands a well known man
Who sits with the elders of the land
She sells a scarf that she made herself
And puts her goods on the markets shelf
Dressed with strength and dignity
She laughs at what may come to be
She opens her mouth with wisdom
And the teaching of kindness is on her tongue
The ways of her household she can guess
She eats no bread of laziness
Her children rise and make her proud
Her husband praises her out loud
Many daughter rise to the call
But you've risen above them all
Grace is false and beauty's a phase
Let the woman who fears God be praised
The fruit of her hands is all she needs
She'll be praised at gates by her own deeds
Yeah, grace is false and beauty's a phase
Let the woman who fears God be praised
The fruit of her hands is all she needs
She'll be praised at gates by her own deeds