Proverbs



Proverbs, Chapter 7


My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you.

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Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple 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 kinsman;

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they will keep you from the adulteress, from the wayward wife with her seductive words.

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At the window of my house I looked out through the lattice.


I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who lacked judgment.


He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house

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at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in.


Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent.


(She is loud and defiant, her feet never stay at home;


now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.)


She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said:

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"I have fellowship offerings at home; today I fulfilled my vows.

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So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you!

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I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt.


I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.

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Come, let's drink deep of love till morning; let's enjoy ourselves with love!


My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.

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He took his purse filled with money and will not be home till full moon."

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With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk.


All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose

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till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life.

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Now then, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to what I say.

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Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths.


Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng.


Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death.







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