Proverbs 9:3
She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:
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1Wisdom hath builded her house, She hath hewn out her pillars -- seven.
2She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table.
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:
1Doth not wisdom call? And understanding give forth her voice?
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,
4`Who `is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,
5`Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.
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.
12Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
13And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,
26And lamented and mourned have her openings, Yea, she hath been emptied, on the earth she sitteth!
1How hath she sat alone, The city abounding with people! She hath been as a widow, The mighty among nations! Princes among provinces, She hath become tributary!
2She weepeth sore in the night, And her tear `is' on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
31In thy building thine arch at the head of every way, Thy high place thou hast made in every broad place, And -- hast not been as a whore deriding a gift.
32The wife who committeth adultery -- Under her husband -- doth receive strangers.
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!
42And the voice of a multitude at ease `is' with her, And unto men of the common people are brought in Sabeans from the wilderness, And they put bracelets on their hands, And a beauteous crown on their heads.
43And I say of the worn-out one in adulteries, Now they commit her whoredoms -- she also!
8Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way `to' her house he doth step,
7`As much as she did glorify herself and did revel, so much torment and sorrow give to her, because in her heart she saith, I sit a queen, and a widow I am not, and sorrow I shall not see;
1Wo `to' the rebellious and polluted, The oppressing city!
2She hath not hearkened to the voice, She hath not accepted instruction, In Jehovah she hath not trusted, Unto her God she hath not drawn near.
3Her heads in her midst `are' roaring lions, Her judges `are' evening wolves, They have not gnawn the bone in the morning.
8A sin hath Jerusalem sinned, Therefore impure she hath become, All who honoured her have esteemed her lightly, For they have seen her nakedness, Yea, she herself hath sighed and turneth backward.
9Her uncleanness `is' in her skirts, She hath not remembered her latter end, And she cometh down wonderfully, There is no comforter for her. See, O Jehovah, mine affliction, For exerted himself hath an enemy.
10His hand spread out hath an adversary On all her desirable things, For she hath seen -- Nations have entered her sanctuary, Concerning which Thou didst command, `They do not come into the assembly to thee.'
15This `is' the exulting city that is dwelling confidently, That is saying in her heart, `I `am', and beside me there is none,' How hath she been for a desolation, A crouching-place for beasts, Every one passing by her doth hiss, He doth shake his hand!
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.
4Because of the abundance of the fornications of an harlot, The goodness of the grace of the lady of witchcrafts, Who is selling nations by her fornications, And families by her witchcrafts.
10`Who `is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
15What -- to My beloved in My house, Her doing wickedness with many, And the holy flesh do pass over from thee? When thou dost evil, then thou exultest.
35Therefore, O whore, hear a word of Jehovah,
9and weep over her, and smite themselves for her, shall the kings of the earth, who with her did commit whoredom and did revel, when they may see the smoke of her burning,
15Shout against her round about, She hath given forth her hand, Fallen have her foundations, Thrown down have been her walls, For it `is' the vengeance of Jehovah, Be avenged of her, as she did -- do ye to her.
25At every head of the way thou hast built thy high place, And thou dost make thy beauty abominable, And dost open wide thy feet to every passer by, And dost multiply thy whoredoms,
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.
14And she doth add unto her whoredoms, And she seeth graved men on the wall, Pictures of Chaldeans, graved with red lead,
29From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,
17Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
18For her house hath inclined unto death, And unto Rephaim her paths.
7For her blood in her midst hath been, On a clear place of a rock she hath set it, She hath not poured it on the earth, To cover it over with dust.