Young's Literal Translation: Proverbs Page 8

6:35 He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!

7:1 My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee.

7:2 Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye.

7:3 Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.

7:4 Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou [art].' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!'

7:5 To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.

7:6 For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,

7:7 And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,

7:8 Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he doth step,

7:9 In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.

7:10 And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,

7:11 Noisy she [is], and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.

7:12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

7:13 And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,

7:14 `Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, To-day I have completed my vows.

7:15 Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.

7:16 [With] ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt.

7:17 I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

7:18 Come, we are filled [with] loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.

7:19 For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.

7:20 A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'

7:21 She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.

7:22 He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,

7:23 Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it [is] for its life.