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