Proverbs 7

1My son, keep my words, and lay up my precepts with thee. Son,

1My son, keep my sayings, and let my rules be stored up with you.

1My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee.

2Keep my commandments, and thou shalt live: and my law as the apple of thy eye:

2Keep my rules and you will have life; let my teaching be to you as the light of your eyes;

2Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye.

3Bind it upon thy fingers, write it upon the tables of thy heart.

3Let them be fixed to your fingers, and recorded in your heart.

3Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.

4Say to wisdom: Thou art my sister: and call prudence thy friend,

4Say to wisdom, You are my sister; let knowledge be named your special friend:

4Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou <FI>art<Fi> .' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!'

5That she may keep thee from the woman that is not thine, and from the stranger who sweeteneth her words.

5So that they may keep you from the strange woman, even from her whose words are smooth.

5To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.

6For I looked out of the window of my house through the lattice,

6Looking out from my house, and watching through the window,

6For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,

7And I see little ones, I behold a foolish young man,

7I saw among the young men one without sense,

7And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,

8Who passeth through the street by the corner, and goeth nigh the way of her house,

8Walking in the street near the turn of her road, going on the way to her house,

8Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way <FI>to<Fi> her house he doth step,

9In the dark when it grows late, in the darkness and obscurity of the night.

9At nightfall, in the evening of the day, in the black dark of the night.

9In the twilight--in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.

10And behold a woman meeteth him in harlot's attire, prepared to deceive souls: talkative and wandering,

10And the woman came out to him, in the dress of a loose woman, with a designing heart;

10And, lo, a woman to meet him--(A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,

11Not bearing to be quiet, not able to abide still at home,

11She is full of noise and uncontrolled; her feet keep not in her house.

11Noisy she <FI>is<Fi> , and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.

12Now abroad, now in the streets, now lying in wait near the corners.

12Now she is in the street, now in the open spaces, waiting at every turning of the road.

12Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

13And catching the young man, she kisseth him, and with an impudent face, flattereth, saying:

13So she took him by his hand, kissing him, and without a sign of shame she said to him:

13And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,

14I vowed victims for prosperity, this day I have paid my vows.

14I have a feast of peace-offerings, for today my oaths have been effected.

14`Sacrifices of peace-offerings <FI>are<Fi> by me, To-day I have completed my vows.

15Therefore I am come out to meet thee, desirous to see thee, and I have found thee.

15So I came out in the hope of meeting you, looking for you with care, and now I have you.

15Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.

16I have woven my bed with cords, I have covered it with painted tapestry, brought from Egypt.

16My bed is covered with cushions of needlework, with coloured cloths of the cotton thread of Egypt;

16<FI> With<Fi> ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works--cotton of Egypt.

17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

17I have made my bed sweet with perfumes and spices.

17I sprinkled my bed--myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

18Come, let us be inebriated with the breasts, and let us enjoy the desired embraces, till the day appear.

18Come, let us take our pleasure in love till the morning, having joy in love's delights.

18Come, we are filled <FI>with<Fi> loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.

19For my husband is not at home, he is gone a very long journey.

19For the master of the house is away on a long journey:

19For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.

20He took with him a bag of money: he will return home the day of the full moon.

20He has taken a bag of money with him; he is coming back at the full moon.

20A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'

21She entangled him with many words, and drew him away with the flattery of her lips.

21With her fair words she overcame him, forcing him with her smooth lips.

21She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.

22Immediately he followeth her as an ox led to be a victim, and as a lamb playing the wanton, and not knowing that he is drawn like a fool to bonds,

22The simple man goes after her, like an ox going to its death, like a roe pulled by a cord;

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 the arrow pierce his liver: as if a bird should make haste to the snare, and knoweth not that his life is in danger.

23Like a bird falling into a net; with no thought that his life is in danger, till an arrow goes into his side.

23Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it <FI>is<Fi> for its life.

24Now, therefore, my son, hear me, and attend to the words of my mouth.

24So now, my sons, give ear to me; give attention to the sayings of my mouth;

24And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.

25Let not thy mind be drawn away in her ways: neither be thou deceived with her paths.

25Let not your heart be turned to her ways, do not go wandering in her footsteps.

25Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,

26For she hath cast down many wounded, and the strongest have been slain by her.

26For those wounded and made low by her are great in number; and all those who have come to their death through her are a great army.

26For many <FI>are<Fi> the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty <FI>are<Fi> all her slain ones.

27Her house is the way to hell, reaching even to the inner chambers of death.

27Her house is the way to the underworld, going down to the rooms of death.

27The ways of Sheol--her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!