Proverbs 7 — YLT

7My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee.²Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye.³Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.⁴Say to wisdom, 'My sister Thou [art].' And cry to understanding, 'Kinswoman!'⁵To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.⁶For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,⁷And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,⁸Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he doth step,⁹In the twilight — in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.¹⁰And, lo, a woman to meet him — (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,¹¹Noisy she [is], and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.¹²Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) —¹³And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,¹⁴'Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, To-day I have completed my vows.¹⁵Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.¹⁶[With] ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works — cotton of Egypt.¹⁷I sprinkled my bed — myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.¹⁸Come, we are filled [with] loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.¹⁹For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.²⁰A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'²¹She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.²²He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,²³Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it [is] for its life.²⁴And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.²⁵Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,²⁶For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty [are] all her slain ones.²⁷The ways of Sheol — her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!