Verse 1
My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my comaundemetes by the.
Verse 2
Kepe my comaundemetes & my lawe, eue as the aple of thine eye, & thou shalt lyue.
Verse 3
Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, & wryte the in the table of thine hert.
Verse 4
Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my sister, and call vnderstondinge thy kynswoman:
Verse 5
that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes.
Verse 6
For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies,
Verse 7
& behelde the simple people: & amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole
Verse 8
goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
Verse 9
in the twylight of of the euenynge, when it begane now to be night and darcke.
Verse 10
And beholde, there mett him a woma in an harlottes apparell
Verse 11
(a disceatfull, waton & an vnstedfast woma: whose fete coude not abyde in ye house,
Verse 12
now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner)
Verse 13
she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege:
Verse 14
I had a vowe to paye, & this daye I perfourme it.
Verse 15
Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I might seke thy face, and so I haue founde the.
Verse 16
I haue deckte my bed with coueringes & clothes of Egipte.
Verse 17
My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom.
Verse 18
Come, let vs lye together, & take oure pleasure till it be daye light.
Verse 19
For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of.
Verse 20
He hath taken the bagg of moneye with him, who can tell whe he cometh home?
Verse 21
Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with hir flateringe lippes she wanne him.
Verse 22
Immediatly he foloweth her, as it were an oxeled to the slaughter (and like as it were to the stockes, where fooles are punyshed)
Verse 23
so longe till she hath wounded his lyuer with hir darte: like as yf a byrde haisted to the snare, not knowinge that the parell of his life lyeth there vpo.
Verse 24
Heare me now therfore (o my sonne) and marcke the wordes of my mouth.
Verse 25
Let not thine herte wandre in hir wayes, & be not thou disceaued in hir pathes.
Verse 26
For many one hath she wouded and cast downe, yee many a stronge ma hath she slayne.
Verse 27
Hir house is the waye vnto hell, where men go downe to the chambers of death.