1 My son, give attention to my wisdom,
Incline your ear to my understanding;
And your lips may reserve knowledge.
And smoother than oil is her speech;
Sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her steps take hold of Sheol.
Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.
And do not depart from the words of my mouth.
And do not go near the door of her house,
And your years to the cruel one;
And your hard-earned goods will go to the house of an alien;
When your flesh and your body are consumed;
And my heart spurned reproof!
Nor inclined my ear to my instructors!
In the midst of the assembly and congregation.”
And fresh water from your own well.
Streams of water in the streets?
And not for strangers with you.
And rejoice in the wife of your youth.
Let her breasts satisfy you at all times;
Be exhilarated always with her love.
And embrace the bosom of a foreigner?
And He watches all his paths.
And he will be held with the cords of his sin.
And in the greatness of his folly he will go astray.