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