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# Chapter 7
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1. My son, obey my words,
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and treasure my commands.
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2. Keep my commands and live,
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and guard my instructions
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as you would the pupil of your eye.
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3. Tie them to 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 understanding your relative.
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5. She will keep you from a forbidden woman,
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a wayward woman with her flattering talk.
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A Story of Seduction
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6. At the window of my house
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I looked through my lattice.
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7. I saw among the inexperienced,
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I noticed among the youths,
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a young man lacking sense.
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8. Crossing the street near her corner,
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he strolled down the road to her house
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9. at twilight, in the evening,
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in the dark of the night.
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10. A woman came to meet him
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dressed like a prostitute,
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having a hidden agenda.
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11. She is loud and defiant;
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her feet do not stay at home.
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12. Now in the street, now in the squares,
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she lurks at every corner.
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13. She grabs him and kisses him;
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she brazenly says to him,
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14. "I've made fellowship offerings;
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today I've fulfilled my vows.
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15. So I came out to meet you,
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to search for you, and I've found you.
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16. I've spread coverings on my bed--
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richly colored linen from Egypt.
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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 deeply of lovemaking until morning.
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Let's feast on each other's love!
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19. My husband isn't home;
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he went on a long journey.
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20. He took a bag of silver with him
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and will come home at the time of the full moon."
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21. She seduces him with her persistent pleading;
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she lures with her flattering talk.
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22. He follows her impulsively
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like an ox going to the slaughter,
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like a deer bounding toward a trap
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23. until an arrow pierces its liver,
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like a bird darting into a snare--
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he doesn't know it will cost him his life.
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24. Now, sons, listen to me,
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and pay attention to the words from my mouth.
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25. Don't let your heart turn aside to her ways;
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don't stray onto her paths.
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26. For she has brought many down to death;
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her victims are countless.
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27. Her house is the road to Sheol,
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descending to the chambers of death.
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