1 My son, keep my words
and store up my commands within you.
guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
write them on the tablet of your heart.
and to insight, “You are my relative.”
from the wayward woman with her seductive words.
I looked down through the lattice.
I noticed among the young men,
a youth who had no sense.
walking along in the direction of her house
as the dark of night set in.
dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent.
her feet never stay at home;
at every corner she lurks.)
and with a brazen face she said:
and I have food from my fellowship offering at home.
I looked for you and have found you!
with colored linens from Egypt.
with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
let’s enjoy ourselves with love!
he has gone on a long journey.
and will not be home till full moon.”
she seduced him with her smooth talk.
like an ox going to the slaughter,
like a deera stepping into a nooseb
like a bird darting into a snare,
little knowing it will cost him his life.
pay attention to what I say.
or stray into her paths.
her slain are a mighty throng.
leading down to the chambers of death.