| 章 |
| 7:1 |
My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee.
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| 7:2 |
Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye.
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| 7:3 |
Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.
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| 7:4 |
Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou [art].' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!'
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| 7:5 |
To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
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| 7:6 |
For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,
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| 7:7 |
And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
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| 7:8 |
Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he doth step,
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| 7:9 |
In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
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| 7:10 |
And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,
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| 7:11 |
Noisy she [is], and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
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| 7:12 |
Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
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| 7:13 |
And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,
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| 7:14 |
`Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, To-day I have completed my vows.
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| 7:15 |
Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.
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| 7:16 |
[With] ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt.
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| 7:17 |
I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
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| 7:18 |
Come, we are filled [with] loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
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| 7:19 |
For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.
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| 7:20 |
A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'
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| 7:21 |
She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.
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| 7:22 |
He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,
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| 7:23 |
Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it [is] for its life.
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| 7:24 |
And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.
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| 7:25 |
Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,
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| 7:26 |
For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty [are] all her slain ones.
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| 7:27 |
The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
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