My son, keep my words, And lay up my commandments with thee.
Keep my commandments and live; And my law as the apple of thine eye.
Bind them upon thy fingers; Write them upon the tablet of thy heart.
Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; And call understanding [thy] kinswoman:
That they may keep thee from the strange woman, From he foreigner that flattereth with her words.
For at the window of my house I looked forth through my lattice;
And I beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, A young man void of understanding,
Passing through the street near her corner; And he went the way to her house,
In the twilight, in the evening of the day, In the middle of the night and in the darkness.
And, behold, there met him a woman With the attire of a harlot, and wily of heart.
She is clamorous and wilful; Her feet abide not in her house: