| Chapter 7 |
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My son, keep my words, And lay up my commandments with thee. -
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Keep my commandments and live; And my law as the apple of thine eye. -
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Bind them upon thy fingers; Write them upon the tablet of thy heart. -
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Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; And call understanding [thy] kinswoman: -
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That they may keep thee from the strange woman, From the foreigner that flattereth with her words. -
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For at the window of my house I looked forth through my lattice; -
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And I beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, A young man void of understanding, -
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Passing through the street near her corner; And he went the way to her house, -
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In the twilight, in the evening of the day, In the middle of the night and in the darkness. -
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And, behold, there met him a woman With the attire of a harlot, and wily of heart. -
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She is clamorous and wilful; Her feet abide not in her house: -
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Now she is in the streets, now in the broad places, And lieth in wait at every corner. -
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So she caught him, and kissed him, [And] with an impudent face she said unto him: -
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Sacrifices of peace-offerings are with me; This day have I paid my vows. -
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Therefore came I forth to meet thee, Diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee. -
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I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry, With striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt. -
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I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. -
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Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; Let us solace ourselves with loves. -
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For the man is not at home; He is gone a long journey: -
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He hath taken a bag of money with him; He will come home at the full moon. -
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With her much fair speech she causeth him to yield; With the flattering of her lips she forceth him along. -
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He goeth after her straightway, As an ox goeth to the slaughter, Or as [one in] fetters to the correction of the fool; -
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Till an arrow strike through his liver; As a bird hasteth to the snare, And knoweth not that it is for his life. -
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Now therefore, [my] sons, hearken unto me, And attend to the words of my mouth. -
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Let not thy heart decline to her ways; Go not astray in her paths. -
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For she hath cast down many wounded: Yea, all her slain are a mighty host. -
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Her house is the way to Sheol, Going down to the chambers of death. -
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