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Warning Against the Adulteress
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# Chapter 7
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1. My son, keep my words
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and treasure up my commandments with you;
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2. keep my commandments and live;
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keep my teaching as the apple of your eye;
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3. bind them on your fingers;
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write them on the tablet of your heart.
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4. Say to wisdom, "You are my sister,"
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and call insight your intimate friend,
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5. to keep you from the forbidden woman,
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from the adulteress with her smooth words.
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6. For at the window of my house
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I have looked out through my lattice,
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7. and I have seen among the simple,
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I have perceived among the youths,
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a young man lacking sense,
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8. passing along the street near her corner,
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taking the road to her house
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9. in the twilight, in the evening,
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at the time of night and darkness.
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10. And behold, the woman meets him,
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dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart.
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11. She is loud and wayward;
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her feet do not stay at home;
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12. now in the street, now in the market,
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and at every corner she lies in wait.
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13. She seizes him and kisses him,
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and with bold face she says to him,
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14. "I had to offer sacrifices,
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and today I have paid my vows;
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15. so now I have come out to meet you,
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to seek you eagerly, and I have found you.
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16. I have spread my couch with coverings,
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colored linens from Egyptian linen;
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17. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh,
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aloes, and cinnamon.
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18. Come, let us take our fill of love till morning;
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let us delight ourselves with love.
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19. For my husband is not at home;
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he has gone on a long journey;
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20. he took a bag of money with him;
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at full moon he will come home."
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21. With much seductive speech she persuades him;
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with her smooth talk she compels him.
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22. All at once he follows her,
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as an ox goes to the slaughter,
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or as a stag is caught fast
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23. till an arrow pierces its liver;
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as a bird rushes into a snare;
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he does not know that it will cost him his life.
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24. And now, O sons, listen to me,
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and be attentive to the words of my mouth.
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25. Let not your heart turn aside to her ways;
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do not stray into her paths,
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26. for many a victim has she laid low,
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and all her slain are a mighty throng.
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27. Her house is the way to Sheol,
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going down to the chambers of death.
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