My son, keep my words and treasure up my commandments with you;
keep my commandments and live, keep my teachings as the apple of your eye;
bind them on your fingers, write them on the tablet of your heart.
Say to wisdom, "You are my sister," and call insight your intimate friend;
to preserve you from the loose woman, from the adventuress with her smooth words.
For at the window of my house I have looked out through my lattice,
and I have seen among the simple, I have perceived among the youths, a young man without sense,
passing along the street near her corner, taking the road to her house
in the twilight, in the evening, at the time of night and darkness.
And lo, a woman meets him, dressed as a harlot, wily of heart.
She is loud and wayward, her feet do not stay at home;