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