I have perfumed my bed1 with myrrh,2 aloes and cinnamon.
Come, let's drink deep of love till morning; let's enjoy ourselves with love!319
My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.
He took his purse filled with money and will not be home till full moon."
With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk.422
All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deera stepping into a nooseb523
till an arrow pierces6 his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life.724
Now then, my sons, listen8 to me; pay attention to what I say.
Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths.926
Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng.
Her house is a highway to the grave,c leading down to the chambers of death.10