3Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.
4Say to wisdom, 'My sister Thou art.' And cry to understanding, 'Kinswoman!'
5To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
6For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,
7And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
8Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step,