Proverbs 7 — LSV

7Verse 1My son! Keep my sayings, || And lay up my commands with you.^{Verse 2}Keep my commands, and live, || And my law as the pupil of your eye.^{Verse 3}Bind them on your fingers, || Write them on the tablet of your heart.^{Verse 4}Say to wisdom, “You [are] my sister.” And cry to understanding, “Relative!”^{Verse 5}To preserve you from a strange woman, || From a stranger who has made her sayings smooth.^{Verse 6}For at a window of my house, || I have looked out through my casement,^{Verse 7}And I see among the simple ones, || I discern among the sons, || A young man lacking understanding,^{Verse 8}Passing on in the street, near her corner, || And the way [to] her house he steps,^{Verse 9}In the twilight—in the evening of day, || In the darkness of night and blackness.^{Verse 10}And behold, a woman to meet him—(A harlot’s dress, and watchful of heart,^{Verse 11}She [is] noisy, and stubborn, her feet do not rest in her house.^{Verse 12}Now in an out-place, now in broad places, || And she lies in wait near every corner)—^{Verse 13}And she laid hold on him and kissed him, || She has hardened her face and says to him,^{Verse 14}“Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, || Today I have completed my vows.^{Verse 15}Therefore I have come forth to meet you, || To earnestly seek your face, and I find you.^{Verse 16}I decked my bed [with] ornamental coverings, || Carved works—cotton of Egypt.^{Verse 17}I sprinkled my bed [with] myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.^{Verse 18}Come, we are filled [with] love until the morning, || We delight ourselves in loves.^{Verse 19}For the man is not in his house, || He has gone on a long journey.^{Verse 20}He has taken a bag of money in his hand, || At the day of the new moon he comes to his house.”^{Verse 21}She turns him aside with the abundance of her speech, || She forces him with the flattery of her lips.^{Verse 22}He is going after her straight away, he comes as an ox to the slaughter, || And as a chain to the discipline of a fool,^{Verse 23}Until an arrow splits his liver, || As a bird has hurried to a snare, || And has not known that it [is] for its life.^{Verse 24}And now, you sons, listen to me, || And give attention to sayings of my mouth.^{Verse 25}Do not let your heart turn to her ways, || Do not wander in her paths,^{Verse 26}For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, || And mighty [are] all her slain ones.^{Verse 27}The ways of Sheol—her house, || Going down to inner chambers of death!