| 1. | My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee. |
| 2. | Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye. |
| 3. | Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart. |
| 4. | Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou `art'.' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!' |
| 5. | To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings. |
| 6. | For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out, |
| 7. | And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, |
| 8. | Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way `to' her house he doth step, |
| 9. | In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. |
| 10. | And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, |
| 11. | Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. |
| 12. | Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- |
| 13. | And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, |
| 14. | `Sacrifices of peace-offerings `are' by me, To-day I have completed my vows. |
| 15. | Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. |
| 16. | `With' ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. |
| 17. | I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. |
| 18. | Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. |
| 19. | For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. |
| 20. | A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' |
| 21. | She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. |
| 22. | He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, |
| 23. | Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life. |
| 24. | And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. |
| 25. | Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, |
| 26. | For many `are' the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty `are' all her slain ones. |
| 27. | The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death! |