14She is like the shippes of marchants: shee bringeth her foode from afarre.
15And she riseth, whiles it is yet night: and giueth the portion to her houshold, and the ordinarie to her maides.
16She considereth a field, and getteth it: and with the fruite of her handes she planteth a vineyarde.
17She girdeth her loynes with strength, and strengtheneth her armes.