When from the window of my house, from behind the screen, I gazed down,
I looked among the naive young men and noticed among the youth, one who had no sense.
He was crossing the street at her corner and walked down the path to her house
in the early evening, at the onset of night and darkness.
All of a sudden a woman approaches him, dressed like a prostitute and with a cunning mind.
She is noisy and defiant; her feet don't stay long in her own house.
She has one foot in the street, one foot in the public square. She lies in wait at every corner.
She grabs him and kisses him. Her face is brazen as she speaks to him:
"I've made a sacrifice of well-being; today I fulfilled my solemn promises.
So I've come out to meet you, seeking you, and I have found you.
I've spread my bed with luxurious covers, with colored linens from Egypt.
I've sprinkled my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Come, let's drink deep of love until morning; let's savor our lovemaking.
For my husband isn't home; he's gone far away.
He took a pouch of money with him; he won't come home till full moon."
She seduces him with all her talk. She entices him with her flattery.
He goes headlong after her, like an ox to the slaughter, like a deer leaping into a trap,a23
until an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird hurrying to the snare, not aware that it will cost him his life.