My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee.
Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye.
Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.
Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou [art].' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!'
To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,
And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he doth step,
In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,