OrdspråksbokenKapitel 7

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My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you.
Keep my commands and live; guard my teaching like the pupil of your eye.
Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.
Say to wisdom, "You are my sister," and call understanding your kin,
so they may keep you from the wife of another, from the stranger with her smooth words.
From the window of my house I looked out through the lattice,
and I saw among the naive, I noticed among the young men, a youth with no sense.
He was crossing the street near her corner, striding toward her house,
at twilight, as the day faded, in the black of night, in the darkness.
And there was a woman coming to meet him, dressed like a prostitute, with cunning in her heart.
She is loud and defiant; her feet never stay at home.
Now she is in the street, now in the squares, lying in wait at every corner.
She seized him and kissed him, and with a brazen face she said to him:
"I had fellowship offerings to make, and today I have paid my vows.
So I came out to meet you, to seek your face — and I have found you!
I have spread my couch with coverings, with colored linen from Egypt.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Come, let us drink deep of love till morning; let us delight ourselves with caresses.
My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.
He took a bag of silver in his hand; he will not be home until the full moon."
With her persuasive words she led him astray; with her smooth talk she seduced him.
At once he followed her, like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose — [FOOTNOTE: The Hebrew of this line is uncertain; it may read "like a fool in fetters, on his way to punishment."]
until an arrow pierces his liver. Like a bird darting into a trap, he does not know it will cost him his life.
So now, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to the words of my mouth.
Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways; do not stray onto her paths.
For many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng.
Her house is the road down to Sheol, going down to the chambers of death. [FOOTNOTE: Sheol: the realm of the dead.]