My son,1 keep my words and store up my commands within you.
Keep my commands and you will live;2 guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.34
Say to wisdom, "You are my sister," and call understanding your kinsman;
they will keep you from the adulteress, from the wayward wife with her seductive words.46
At the window of my house I looked out through the lattice.
I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who lacked judgment.58
He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house
at twilight,6 as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in.
Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent.