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1 My son, keep my words, and lay up my com­mand­ments with thee.
2 Keep my com­mand­ments, and live; and my law as the ap­ple of thine eye.
3 Bind them upon thy fin­gers, write them upon the table of thine heart.
4 Say unto wis­dom, Thou art my sis­ter; and call un­der­stand­ing thy kinswom­an:
5 That they may keep thee from the strange wom­an, from the stranger which flat­tereth with her words.
6 For at the win­dow of my house I looked through my case­ment,
7 And be­held among the sim­ple ones, I dis­cerned among the youths, a young man void of un­der­stand­ing,
8 Pass­ing through the street near her cor­ner; and he went the way to her house,
9 In the twi­light, in the evening, in the black and dark night:
10 And, be­hold, there met him a wom­an with the at­tire of an har­lot, and sub­til of heart.
11 (She is loud and stub­born; her feet abide not in her house:
12 Now is she with­out, now in the streets, and li­eth in wait at ev­ery cor­ner.)
13 So she caught him, and kissed him, and with an im­pu­dent face said unto him,
14 I have peace of­fer­ings with me; this day have I payed my vows.
15 There­fore came I forth to meet thee, dili­gent­ly to seek thy face, and I have found thee.
16 I have decked my bed with cov­er­ings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.
17 I have per­fumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cin­na­mon.
18 Come, let us take our fill of love un­til the morn­ing: let us so­lace our­selves with loves.
19 For the good­man is not at home, he is gone a long jour­ney:
20 He hath tak­en a bag of mon­ey with him, and will come home at the day ap­point­ed.
21 With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with the flat­ter­ing of her lips she forced him.
22 He goeth af­ter her straight­way, as an ox goeth to the slaugh­ter, or as a fool to the cor­rec­tion of the stocks;
23 Till a dart strike through his liv­er; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.
24 Hear­ken unto me now there­fore, O ye chil­dren, and at­tend to the words of my mouth.
25 Let not thine heart de­cline to her ways, go not astray in her paths.
26 For she hath cast down many wound­ed: yea, many strong men have been slain by her.
27 Her house is the way to hell, go­ing down to the cham­bers of death.