My son, keep my words, store up my commands with you.
Obey my commands, and live; guard my teaching 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 your kinswoman;
so that they can keep you from unknown women, from loose women with their seductive talk.
For I was at the window of my house, glancing out through the lattice,
when I saw among the young men there, among those who don't think for themselves, a young fellow devoid of all sense.
He crosses the street near her corner and continues on toward her house.
Dusk turns into evening, and finally night, dark and black.
Then a woman approaches him, dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart.
She's the coarse, impulsive type, whose feet don't stay at home;