My son, keep my words; store up my commands within you.
Keep my commands and live, and my instruction like the pupil of your eye.
Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.
Say to wisdom, "You are my sister"; call understanding "friend,"
so she might guard you against the mysterious woman, from the foreign woman who flatters you.
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.