ProverbesChapitre 5

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My son, pay attention to my wisdom; incline your ear to my understanding,
so that you may hold on to discretion, and your lips may guard knowledge.
For the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil,
but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a double-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave.
She gives no thought to the path of life; her ways wander, and she does not know it.
Now then, my sons, listen to me, and do not turn away from the words of my mouth.
Keep your way far from her; do not go near the door of her house,
or you will surrender your honor to others and your years to one who is cruel,
or strangers will feast on your strength, and your labors will end up in the house of a foreigner.
At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent,
and you will say, "How I hated discipline! How my heart despised correction!
I would not listen to my teachers or incline my ear to my instructors.
I was on the brink of utter ruin, in the midst of the congregation and the assembly.
Drink water from your own cistern, running water from your own well.
Should your springs overflow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?
Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.
May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth—
a loving doe, a graceful mountain gazelle. May her breasts satisfy you always; may you be captivated by her love forever.
Why be captivated, my son, by a forbidden woman, or embrace the bosom of a stranger?
For a man's ways are in full view of the LORD, and he examines all his paths.
The iniquities of the wicked ensnare him; the cords of his sin hold him fast.
He will die for lack of discipline, led astray by his own great folly.