At the window of my house I looked through my lattice.
I saw among the inexperienced, I noticed among the youths, a young man lacking sense.
Crossing the street near her corner, he strolled down the road to her house
at twilight, in the evening, in the dark of the night.
A woman came to meet him, dressed like a prostitute, having a hidden agenda.
She is loud and defiant; her feet do not stay at home.
Now in the street, now in the squares, she lurks at every corner.
She grabs him and kisses him; she brazenly says to him,
"I've made fellowship offerings; today I've fulfilled my vows.
So I came out to meet you, to search for you, and I've found you.
I've spread coverings on my bed- richly colored linen from Egypt.
I've perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Come, let's drink deeply of lovemaking until morning. Let's feast on each other's love!
My husband isn't home; he went on a long journey.
He took a bag of money with him and will come home at the time of the full moon."
She seduces him with her persistent pleading; she lures with her flattering talk.
He follows her impulsively like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer bounding toward a trap
until an arrow pierces its liver, like a bird darting into a snare- he doesn't know it will cost him his life.