What does Proverbs Chapter 31 say, and which statements belong to its speaker?

Proverbs 31 records king Lamuel’s words and his mother’s instructing vision. The separate edition note says the name means God with him and is supposed to be one of Solomon’s names, without certifying that identity. She addresses her beloved child of womb and vows, warns against giving substance to women and riches to destroy kings, and against wine for kings: drunkenness has no secret, and drinking risks forgotten judgments and perversion of the poor’s cause. Strong drink for the sad and wine for the grieved are the passage’s instructions, not modern medicinal advice. Open the mouth for the dumb and children that pass; decree justice for needy and poor.

The valiant woman’s price is far and from the uttermost coasts, without substituting pearls. Her husband trusts her and shall need no spoils; she will render good throughout life. She seeks wool and flax, works with her hands’ counsel and brings bread from afar like a merchant ship. Rising in the night, she gives prey to her household and victuals to maidens, not an invented assignment of tasks. She considers and buys a field, plants a vineyard with her hands’ fruit, strengthens loins and arm, tastes good traffic, and her lamp shall remain lit at night. Her hand reaches strong things and fingers the spindle; no distaff is inserted. She opens hands to needy and poor. Double garments accompany lack of fear in snowy cold; she makes tapestry clothes and wears fine linen and purple. Her husband sits honorably among land senators. She sells fine linen and delivers a girdle to the Chanaanite; the separate note explains merchant.

Strength and beauty clothe her and she shall laugh in the latter day. She speaks wisdom and clemency, watches household paths and avoids idle bread. Children rose to call her blessed and her husband praised her as surpassing daughters who gathered riches. Favor is deceitful, beauty vain, Lord-fearing woman shall be praised. Give her the fruit of her hands and let works praise her in the gates. No universal prosperity guarantee or unsupported chronology of fading beauty replaces the portrait.