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,