Proverbs 7:9-12,27 - Compare All Versions

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at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in. Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent. (She is unruly and defiant, her feet never stay at home; now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.)

Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death.

in the twilight, in the evening, at the time of night and darkness. And behold, the woman meets him, dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart. She is loud and wayward; her feet do not stay at home; now in the street, now in the market, and at every corner she lies in wait.

Her house is the way to Sheol, going down to the chambers of death.

It was at twilight, in the evening, as deep darkness fell. The woman approached him, seductively dressed and sly of heart. She was the brash, rebellious type, never content to stay at home. She is often in the streets and markets, soliciting at every corner.

Her house is the road to the grave. Her bedroom is the den of death.

at twilight, in the evening, in the dark of the night.  A woman came to meet him dressed like a prostitute,  having a hidden agenda.  She is loud and defiant;  her feet do not stay at home.  Now in the street, now in the squares,  she lurks at every corner.

Her house is the road to Sheol, descending to the chambers of death.

In the twilight, in the evening, In the black and dark night: And, behold, there met him a woman With the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart. (She is loud and stubborn; Her feet abide not in her house: Now is she without, now in the streets, And lieth in wait at every corner.)

Her house is the way to hell, Going down to the chambers of death.

In the twilight, in the evening, In the black and dark night. And there a woman met him, With the attire of a harlot, and a crafty heart. She was loud and rebellious, Her feet would not stay at home. At times she was outside, at times in the open square, Lurking at every corner.

Her house is the way to hell, Descending to the chambers of death.

As I stood at the window of my house looking out through the shutters, Watching the mindless crowd stroll by, I spotted a young man without any sense Arriving at the corner of the street where she lived, then turning up the path to her house. It was dusk, the evening coming on, the darkness thickening into night. Just then, a woman met him— she’d been lying in wait for him, dressed to seduce him. Brazen and brash she was, restless and roaming, never at home, Walking the streets, loitering in the mall, hanging out at every corner in town.

So, friends, listen to me, take these words of mine most seriously. Don’t fool around with a woman like that; don’t even stroll through her neighborhood. Countless victims come under her spell; she’s the death of many a poor man. She runs a halfway house to hell, fits you out with a shroud and a coffin.

In the twilight, in the evening, In the middle of the night and the darkness. And behold, a woman comes to meet him, Dressed as a prostitute and cunning of heart. She is boisterous and rebellious, Her feet do not remain at home; She is now in the streets, now in the public squares, And lurks by every corner.

Her house is the way to Sheol, Descending to the chambers of death.

In the twilight, in the evening; In the black and dark night. And there a woman met him, Dressed as a prostitute and sly and cunning of heart. She was boisterous and rebellious; She would not stay at home. At times she was in the streets, at times in the market places, Lurking and setting her ambush at every corner.

Her house is the way to Sheol, Descending to the chambers of death. [1 Cor 6:9]

in the twilight, the evening, in the dark of the night. Suddenly a woman came out to meet him! She was dressed like a prostitute and with secret intent. (She is loud and rebellious, she does not remain at home – at one time outside, at another in the wide plazas, and by every corner she lies in wait.)

Her house is the way to the grave, going down to the chambers of death.