1 My son, keep my words,
And treasure my commands within you.
And my law as the apple of your eye.
Write them on the tablet of your heart.
And call understanding your nearest kin,
From the seductress who flatters with her words.
6 For at the window of my house
I looked through my lattice,
I perceived among the [a]youths,
A young man devoid[b] of understanding,
And he took the path to her house
In the black and dark night.
With the attire of a harlot, and a crafty heart.
Her feet would not stay at home.
Lurking at every corner.
With an [c]impudent face she said to him:
Today I have paid my vows.
Diligently to seek your face,
And I have found you.
Colored coverings of Egyptian linen.
With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Let us delight ourselves with love.
He has gone on a long journey;
And will come home [f]on the appointed day.”
With her flattering lips she [h]seduced him.
Or [i]as a fool to the correction of the [j]stocks,
As a bird hastens to the snare,
He did not know it [k]would cost his life.
Pay attention to the words of my mouth:
Do not stray into her paths;
And all who were slain by her were strong men.
Descending to the chambers of death.