At the window of my house I looked out through the lattice.
I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who lacked judgment.18
He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house
at twilight,2 as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in.
Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent.
(She is loud3 and defiant, her feet never stay at home;
now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.)413
She took hold of him5 and kissed him and with a brazen face she said:614
"I have fellowship offeringsa7 at home; today I fulfilled my vows.
So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you!
I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt.
I have perfumed my bed8 with myrrh,9 aloes and cinnamon.
Come, let's drink deep of love till morning; let's enjoy ourselves with love!1019
My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.
He took his purse filled with money and will not be home till full moon."
With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk.1122
All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deerb stepping into a noosec1223
till an arrow pierces13 his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life.1424
Now then, my sons, listen15 to me; pay attention to what I say.
Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths.1626
Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng.
Her house is a highway to the grave,d leading down to the chambers of death.17