1My son, pay attention to my wisdom;
incline your ear to my understanding;
2so that you will preserve discretion
and your lips keep watch over knowledge.
3For the lips of a woman who is a stranger drop honey,
her mouth is smoother than oil;
4but in the end she is as bitter as wormwood,
sharp as a double-edged sword.
5Her feet go down to death,
her steps lead straight to Sh’ol;
6she doesn’t walk the level path of life —
her course wanders all over, but she doesn’t know it.
7So now, children, listen to me;
don’t turn away from what I am saying:
8distance your way from her,
stay far from the door of her house;
9so that you won’t give your vigor to others
and your years to someone who is cruel,
10so strangers won’t be filled with your strength
and what you worked for go to a foreign house.
11Then, when your flesh and bones have shrunk,
at the end of your life, you would moan,
12“How I hated discipline!
My whole being despised reproof,
13I ignored what my teachers said,
I didn’t listen to my instructors.
14I took part in almost every kind of evil,
and the whole community knew it.”
15Drink the water from your own cistern,
fresh water from your own well.
16Let what your springs produce be dispersed outside,
streams of water flowing in the streets;
17but let them be for you alone
and not for strangers with you.
18Let your fountain, the wife of your youth,
be blessed; find joy in her —
19a lovely deer, a graceful fawn;
let her breasts satisfy you at all times,
always be infatuated with her love.
20My son, why be infatuated with an unknown woman?
Why embrace the body of a loose woman?
21For Adonai is watching a man’s ways;
he surveys all his paths.
22A wicked person’s own crimes will trap him,
he will be held fast by the ropes of his sin.
23He will die from lack of discipline;
the magnitude of his folly will make him totter and fall.