Aa
The Lures of the Prostitute
1My son, keep my words
And treasure my commandments within you.
2Keep my commandments and live,
And my Or lawteaching as the Lit pupilapple of your eye.
3Bind them on your fingers;
Write them on the tablet of your heart.
4Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
And call understanding your intimate friend,
5So that they may keep you from an Lit strange womanadulteress,
From the foreigner who flatters with her words.
6For at the window of my house
I looked out through my lattice,
7And I saw among the naive,
And discerned among the Lit sonsyouths
A young man lacking Lit heartsense,
8Passing through the street near her corner;
And he walks along the way to her house,
9In the twilight, in the Lit evening of the dayevening,
In the Lit pupil (of the eye)middle of the night and the darkness.
10And behold, a woman comes to meet him,
Dressed as a prostitute and cunning of heart.
11She is boisterous and rebellious,
Her feet do not remain at home;
12 She is now in the streets, now in the public squares,
And lurks by every corner.
13So she seizes him and kisses him,
Lit She makes bold her face and says And with a brazen face she says to him:
14Lit Sacrifices of peace offerings are with meI was due to offer peace offerings;
Today I have paid my vows.
15Therefore I have come out to meet you,
To seek your presence diligently, and I have found you.
16I have spread my couch with coverings,
With colored linens of Egypt.
17I have sprinkled my bed
With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let’s drink our fill of love until morning;
Let’s delight ourselves with caresses.
19For Lit the manmy husband is not at home;
He has gone on a long journey.
20He has taken a bag of money Lit in his handwith him.
At the full moon he will come home.”
21With her many persuasions she entices him;
With her Lit smoothflattering lips she seduces him.
22Suddenly he follows her
As an ox goes to the slaughter,
Or as Or as a stag goes into a trap; as in some ancient versions, Heb is uncertainone walks in ankle bracelets to the discipline of a fool,
23Until an arrow pierces through his liver;
As a bird hurries to the snare,
So he does not know that it will cost him his life.
24Now therefore, my sons, listen to me,
And pay attention to the words of my mouth.
25Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways,
Do not stray into her paths.
26For many are the Lit woundedvictims she has brought to ruin,
And numerous are all those slaughtered by her.
27Her house is the way to Sheol,
Descending to the chambers of death.