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# Chapter 7
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1 Follow my advice, my son;
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always treasure my commands.
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2 Obey my commands and live!
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Guard my instructions as you guard your own eyes.
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3 Tie them on your fingers as a reminder.
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Write them deep within your heart.
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4 Love wisdom like a sister;
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make insight a beloved member of your family.
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5 Let them protect you from an affair with an immoral woman,
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from listening to the flattery of a promiscuous woman.
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6 While I was at the window of my house,
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looking through the curtain,
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7 I saw some naive young men,
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and one in particular who lacked common sense.
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8 He was crossing the street near the house of an immoral woman,
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strolling down the path by her house.
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9 It was at twilight, in the evening,
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as deep darkness fell.
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10 The woman approached him,
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seductively dressed and sly of heart.
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11 She was the brash, rebellious type,
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never content to stay at home.
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12 She is often in the streets and markets,
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soliciting at every corner.
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13 She threw her arms around him and kissed him,
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and with a brazen look she said,
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14 “I’ve just made my peace offerings
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and fulfilled my vows.
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15 You’re the one I was looking for!
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I came out to find you, and here you are!
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16 My bed is spread with beautiful blankets,
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with colored sheets of Egyptian linen.
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17 I’ve perfumed my bed
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with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
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18 Come, let’s drink our fill of love until morning.
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Let’s enjoy each other’s caresses,
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19 for my husband is not home.
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He’s away on a long trip.
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20 He has taken a wallet full of money with him
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and won’t return until later this month.”
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21 So she seduced him with her pretty speech
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and enticed him with her flattery.
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22 He followed her at once,
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like an ox going to the slaughter.
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He was like a stag caught in a trap,
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23 awaiting the arrow that would pierce its heart.
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He was like a bird flying into a snare,
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little knowing it would cost him his life.
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24 So listen to me, my sons,
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and pay attention to my words.
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25 Don’t let your hearts stray away toward her.
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Don’t wander down her wayward path.
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26 For she has been the ruin of many;
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many men have been her victims.
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27 Her house is the road to the grave.
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Her bedroom is the den of death. |