Proverbs 7:12
Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
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5To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
6For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,
7And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
8Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way `to' her house he doth step,
9In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
10And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,
11Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
13And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,
13A foolish woman `is' noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.
14And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
15To call to those passing by the way, Who are going straight `on' their paths.
16`Who `is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso lacketh heart -- she said to him,
20Wisdom in an out-place crieth aloud, In broad places she giveth forth her voice,
21At the head of the multitudes she calleth, In the openings of the gates, In the city her sayings she saith:
21She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.
22He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,
2She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.
3She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
4`Who `is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,
2At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she hath stood,
3At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud,
25Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,
26For many `are' the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty `are' all her slain ones.
27The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
27For a harlot `is' a deep ditch, And a strange woman `is' a strait pit.
28She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.
8Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,
26And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart `is' nets and snares, her hands `are' bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
24To preserve thee from an evil woman, From the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman.
25Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids.
26For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.
32The wife who committeth adultery -- Under her husband -- doth receive strangers.
16To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings,
3For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil `is' her mouth,
4And her latter end `is' bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword `with' mouths.
5Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
6The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
20So -- the way of an adulterous woman, She hath eaten and hath wiped her mouth, And hath said, `I have not done iniquity.'
18For her house hath inclined unto death, And unto Rephaim her paths.
11Mischiefs `are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
17Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
20And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
14A deep pit `is' the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.
16Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.
7As the digging of a well, is `for' its waters, So she hath digged `for' her wickedness, Violence and spoil is heard in her, Before My face continually `are' sickness and smiting.
29From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,
6Therefore, lo, I am hedging up thy way with thorns, And I have made for her a wall, And her paths she doth not find.
9Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than `with' a woman of contentions and a house of company.
10And now do I reveal her dishonour before the eyes of her lovers, And none doth deliver her out of My hand.
2-- Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! -- I sought him, and I found him not.