Proverbs 7:8
Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way `to' her house he doth step,
Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way `to' her house he doth step,
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5 To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
6 For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,
7 And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
9 In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
10 And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,
11 Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
13 And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,
18 Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
19 For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.
20 A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'
21 She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.
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,
8 Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,
25 Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,
26 For many `are' the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty `are' all her slain ones.
27 The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
14 And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
15 To 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,
3 She 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,
2 At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she hath stood,
3 At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud,
16 To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings,
17 Who is forsaking the guide of her youth, And the covenant of her God hath forgotten.
18 For her house hath inclined unto death, And unto Rephaim her paths.
7 When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.
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.
3 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), `Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
15 Avoid it, pass not over into it, Turn aside from it, and pass on.
8 If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
6 The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
17 Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
20 And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
21 For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.
21 At the head of the multitudes she calleth, In the openings of the gates, In the city her sayings she saith:
20 That thou dost go in the way of the good, And the paths of the righteous dost keep.
7 The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
25 I have turned round, also my heart, to know and to search, and to seek out wisdom, and reason, and to know the wrong of folly, and of foolishness the madness.
26 And 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.
26 and the woman cometh in at the turning of the morning, and falleth at the opening of the man's house, where her lord `is', till the light.
27 And her lord riseth in the morning, and openeth the doors of the house, and goeth out to go on his way, and lo, the woman, his concubine, is fallen at the opening of the house, and her hands `are' on the threshold,
19 The way of the eagle in the heavens, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the heart of the sea, And the way of a man in youth.
34 O the happiness of the man hearkening to me, To watch at my doors day by day, To watch at the door-posts of my entrance.
1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
27 for in a field he found her, she hath cried -- the damsel who is betrothed -- and she hath no saviour.
26 For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.