Should your springs be scattered abroad, streams of water in the streets?
Let them be for yourself alone, and not for strangers with you.
Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth,
a lovely hind, a graceful doe. Let her affection fill you at all times with delight, be infatuated always with her love.
Why should you be infatuated, my son, with a loose woman and embrace the bosom of an adventuress?
For a man's ways are before the eyes of the LORD, and he watches all his paths.
The iniquities of the wicked ensnare him, and he is caught in the toils of his sin.
He dies for lack of discipline, and because of his great folly he is lost.