My son, keep your father's mitzvah, And don't forsake your mother's teaching.
Bind them continually on your heart. Tie them around your neck.
When you walk, it will lead you. When you sleep, it will watch over you. When you awake, it will talk with you.
For the mitzvah is a lamp, And the law is light. Reproofs of instruction are the way of life,
To keep you from the immoral woman, From the flattery of the wayward wife's tongue.
Don't lust after her beauty in your heart, Neither let her captivate you with her eyelids.
For a prostitute reduces you to a piece of bread. The adulteress hunts for your precious life.
Can a man scoop fire into his lap, And his clothes not be burned?
Or can one walk on hot coals, And his feet not be scorched?
So is he who goes in to his neighbor's wife. Whoever touches her will not be unpunished.
Men don't despise a thief, If he steals to satisfy himself when he is hungry:
But if he be found, he shall restore seven times. He shall give all the wealth of his house.
He who commits adultery with a woman is void of understanding. He who does it destroys his own soul.
He will get wounds and dishonor. His reproach will not be wiped away.
For jealousy arouses the fury of the husband. He won't spare in the day of vengeance.
He won't regard any ransom, Neither will he rest content, though you give many gifts.