Proverbs 7:1-18

¹My son, keep my words, and lay up my precepts with thee. Son,

²Keep my commandments, and thou shalt live: and my law as the apple of thy eye:

³Bind it upon thy fingers, write it upon the tables of thy heart.

⁴Say to wisdom: Thou art my sister: and call prudence thy friend,

⁵That she may keep thee from the woman that is not thine, and from the stranger who sweeteneth her words.

⁶For I look out of the window of my house through the lattice,

⁷And I see little ones, I behold a foolish young man,

⁸Who passeth through the street by the corner, and goeth nigh the way of her house.

⁹In the dark, when it grows late, in the darkness and obscurity of the night,

¹⁰And behold a woman meeteth him in harlot’s attire prepared to deceive souls; talkative and wandering,

¹¹Not bearing to be quiet, not able to abide still at home,

¹²Now abroad, now in the streets, now lying in wait near the corners.

¹³And catching the young man, she kisseth him, and with an impudent face, flattereth, saying:

¹⁴I vowed victims for prosperity, this day I have paid my vows.

¹⁵Therefore I am come out to meet thee, desirous to see thee, and I have found thee.

¹⁶I have woven my bed with cords, I have covered it with painted tapestry, brought from Egypt.

¹⁷I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

¹⁸Come, let us be inebriated with the breasts, and let us enjoy the desired embraces, till the day appear.