Proverbs 7
7
The Wiles of the Harlot
1My son, keep my words
And treasure my commandments within you.
2Keep my commandments and live,
And my teaching as the apple of your eye.
3Bind them on your fingers;
Write them on the tablet of your heart.
4Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
And call understanding your intimate friend;
5That they may keep you from an adulteress,
From the foreigner who flatters with her words.
6For at the window of my house
I looked out through my lattice,
7And I saw among the naive,
And discerned among the youths
A young man lacking sense,
8Passing through the street near her corner;
And he takes the way to her house,
9In the twilight, in the evening,
In the middle of the night and in the darkness.
10And behold, a woman comes to meet him,
Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart.
11She is boisterous and rebellious,
Her feet do not remain at home;
12 She is now in the streets, now in the squares,
And lurks by every corner.
13So she seizes him and kisses him
And with a brazen face she says to him:
14“I was due to offer peace offerings;
Today I have paid my vows.
15Therefore I have come out to meet you,
To seek your presence earnestly, and I have found you.
16I have spread my couch with coverings,
With colored linens of Egypt.
17I have sprinkled my bed
With myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
18Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning;
Let us delight ourselves with caresses.
19For my husband is not at home,
He has gone on a long journey;
20He has taken a bag of money with him,
At the full moon he will come home.”
21With her many persuasions she entices him;
With her flattering lips she seduces him.
22Suddenly he follows her
As an ox goes to the slaughter,
Or as one in fetters to the discipline of a fool,
23Until an arrow pierces through his liver;
As a bird hastens to the snare,
So he does not know that it will cost him his life.
24Now therefore, my sons, listen to me,
And pay attention to the words of my mouth.
25Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways,
Do not stray into her paths.
26For many are the victims she has cast down,
And numerous are all her slain.
27Her house is the way to Sheol,
Descending to the chambers of death.
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Proverbs 7
7
1My son, keep my words,
And lay up my commandments with thee.
2Keep my commandments and live;
And my law as the apple of thine eye.
3Bind them upon thy fingers;
Write them upon the table of thine heart.
4Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister;
And call understanding thy kinswoman:
5That they may keep thee from the strange woman,
From the stranger which flattereth with her words.
6For at the window of my house
I looked forth through my lattice;
7And I beheld among the simple ones,
I discerned among the youths,
A young man void of understanding,
8Passing through the street near her corner,
And he went the way to her house;
9In the twilight, in the evening of the day,
In the blackness of night and the darkness.
10And, behold, there met him a woman
With the attire of an harlot, and wily of heart.
11She is clamorous, and wilful;
Her feet abide not in her house:
12Now she is in the streets, now in the broad places,
And lieth in wait at every corner.
13So she caught him, and kissed him,
And with an impudent face she said unto him:
14Sacrifices of peace offerings are with me;
This day have I paid my vows.
15Therefore came I forth to meet thee,
Diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee.
16I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry,
With striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt.
17I have perfumed my bed
With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning;
Let us solace ourselves with loves.
19For the goodman is not at home,
He is gone a long journey:
20He hath taken a bag of money with him;
He will come home at the full moon.
21With her much fair speech she causeth him to yield,
With the flattering of her lips she forceth him away.
22He goeth after her straightway,
As an ox goeth to the slaughter,
Or as fetters to the correction of the fool;
23Till an arrow strike through his liver;
As a bird hasteth to the snare,
And knoweth not that it is for his life.
24Now therefore, my sons, hearken unto me,
And attend to the words of my mouth.
25Let not thine heart decline to her ways,
Go not astray in her paths.
26For she hath cast down many wounded:
Yea, all her slain are a mighty host.
27Her house is the way to Sheol,
Going down to the chambers of death.
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