Keep to a path far from her,1 do not go near the door of her house,
lest you give your best strength to others and your years to one who is cruel,
lest strangers feast on your wealth and your toil enrich another man's house.211
At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent.
You will say, "How I hated discipline! How my heart spurned correction!313
I would not obey my teachers or listen to my instructors.
I have come to the brink of utter ruin4 in the midst of the whole assembly."515
Drink water from your own cistern, running water from your own well.
Should your springs overflow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?
Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.
May your fountain6 be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.719
A loving doe, a graceful deer8-- may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be captivated by her love.
Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress? Why embrace the bosom of another man's wife?