My son, keep my sayings, and let my rules be stored up with you.
Keep my rules and you will have life; let my teaching be to you as the light of your eyes;
Let them be fixed to your fingers, and recorded in your heart.
Say to wisdom, You are my sister; let knowledge be named your special friend:
So that they may keep you from the strange woman, even from her whose words are smooth.
Looking out from my house, and watching through the window,
I saw among the young men one without sense,
Walking in the street near the turn of her road, going on the way to her house,
At nightfall, in the evening of the day, in the black dark of the night.