Proverbs 7

My son, keep my words,

Keep my commandments and live;

Bind them upon thy fingers;

Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister;

That they may keep thee from the strange woman,

For at the window of my house

And I beheld among the simple ones,

Passing through the street near her corner;

In the twilight, in the evening of the day,

And, behold, there met him a woman

(She is clamorous and wilful;

Now she is in the streets, now in the broad places,

So she caught him, and kissed him,

Sacrifices of peace-offerings are with me;

Therefore came I forth to meet thee,

I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry,

I have perfumed my bed

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning;

For the man is not at home;

He hath taken a bag of money with him;

With her much fair speech she causeth him to yield;

He goeth after her straightway,

Till an arrow strike through his liver;

Now therefore, my sons, hearken unto me,

Let not thy heart decline to her ways;

For she hath cast down many wounded:

Her house is the way to Sheol,