7:1 My son, keep my words, store up my commands with you.
7:2 Obey my commands, and live; guard my teaching like the pupil of your eye.
7:3 Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.
7:4 Say to wisdom, “You are my sister”; call understanding your kinswoman;
7:5 so that they can keep you from unknown women, from loose women with their seductive talk.
7:6 For I was at the window of my house, glancing out through the lattice,
7:7 when I saw among the young men there, among those who don’t think for themselves, a young fellow devoid of all sense.
7:8 He crosses the street near her corner and continues on toward her house.
7:9 Dusk turns into evening, and finally night, dark and black.
7:10 Then a woman approaches him, dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart.
7:11 She’s the coarse, impulsive type, whose feet don’t stay at home;
7:12 rather, she stalks the streets and squares, lurking at every streetcorner.
7:13 She grabs him, gives him a kiss, and, brazen-faced, she says to him,
7:14 “I had to offer peace sacrifices, and I fulfilled my vows today.
7:15 This is why I came out to meet you, to look for you; now I’ve found you.
7:16 I’ve spread quilts on my couch made of colored Egyptian linen.
7:17 I’ve perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
7:18 Come on, let’s make love till morning; we’ll enjoy making love.
7:19 My husband isn’t at home, he’s gone on a long trip;
7:20 he took a bag of money with him and won’t be back till the moon is full.”
7:21 With all her sweet talk she convinces him, enticing him with her seductive words.
7:22 At once he follows her like an ox on its way to be slaughtered; like a fool to be punished in the stocks;
7:23 or like a bird rushing into a trap, not knowing its life is at stake till an arrow pierces its liver.
7:24 So now, children, listen to me; pay attention to what I am saying.
7:25 Don’t let your heart turn to her ways; don’t stray onto her paths.
7:26 For many are those she has struck down dead, numerous those she has killed.
7:27 Her house is the way to Sh’ol; it leads down to the halls of death.
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