The Perfect Wife Poem by Justin Reamer

A perfect wife- who can find her?
She is far beyond the price of pearls.
Her husband's heart has confidence in her,
From her he will derive no little profit.
Advantage and not hurt she brings him
All the days of her life.
She is always busy with wool and with flax,
She does her work with eager hands.
She is like a merchant vessel
Bringing her food from far away.
She gets up while it is still dark
Giving her household their food,
Giving orders to her servant girls.
She sets her mind on a field, then she buys it;
With what her hands have earned she plants a vineyard.
She puts her back into her work
And shows how strong her arms can be.
She finds labour well worth while;
Her lamp does not go out at night.
She sets her hands to the distaff,
Her fingers grab the spindle.
She holds out her hand to the poor,
She opens her arms to the needy.
Snow may come, she has no fears for her household,
With all her servants warmly clothed.
She makes her own quilts,
She is dressed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gates,
Taking his seat among the elders of the land.
She weaves linen sheets and sells them,
She supplies the merchant with sashes.
She is clothed in strength and dignity,
She can laugh at the days to come.
When she opens her mouth, she does so wisely;
On her tongue is kindly instruction.
She keeps good watch on the conduct of her household,
No bread of idleness for her.
Her sons stand up and proclaim her blessed,
Her husband, too, sings her praises:
'Many women have done admirable things,
But you surpass them all! '
Charm is deceitful, and beauty empty;
The woman who is wise is the one to praise.
Give her a share in what her hands have worked for,
And let her works tell her praises at the city gates.