[1]My son, keep my words, and hide with thee my commandments. My son, honour the Lord, and thou shalt be strong; and fear none but him: [2]keep my commandments, and thou shalt live; and keep my words as the pupils of thine eyes. [3]And bind them on thy fingers, and write them on the table of thine heart. [4]Say that wisdom is thy sister, and gain prudence as an acquaintance for thyself; [5]that she may keep thee from the strange and wicked woman, if she should assail thee with flattering words. [6]For she looks from a window out of her house into the streets, at one whom she may see of the senseless ones, a young man void of understanding, [7]passing by the corner in the passages near her house, [8]and speaking, in the dark of the evening, [9]when there happens to be the stillness of night and of darkness: [10]and the woman meets him having the appearance of a harlot, that causes the hearts of young men to flutter. [11]And she is fickle, and debauched, and her feet abide not at home. [12]For at one time she wanders without, and at another time she lies in wait in the streets, at every corner. [13]Then she caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said to him, [14]I have a peace-offering; today I pay my vows: [15]therefore I came forth to meet thee, desiring thy face; and I have found thee. [16]I have spread my bed with sheets, and I have covered it with double tapestry from Egypt. [17]I have sprinkled my couch with saffron, and my house with cinnamon. [18]Come, and let us enjoy love until the morning; come, and let us embrace in love. [19]For my husband is not at home, but is gone on a long journey, [20]having taken in his hand a bundle of money: after many days he will return to his house. [21]So with much converse she prevailed on him to go astray, and with the snares of her lips forced him from the right path. [22]And he followed her, being gently led on, and that as an ox is led to the slaughter, and as a dog to bonds, or as a hart shot in the liver with an arrow: [23]and he hastens as a bird into a snare, not knowing that he is running for his life. [24]Now then, my son, hearken to me, and attend to the words of my mouth. [25]Let not thine heart turn aside to her ways: [26]for she has wounded and cast down many, and those whom she has slain are innumerable. [27]Her house is the way of hell, leading down to the chambers of death.
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
Source: ecmarsh.com
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