Thematic Bible: To be shunned
Thematic Bible
Harlot (prostitute) » To be shunned
Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth, And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths. Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of. read more.
The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth. Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house, Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce, Lest strangers be filled with thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger, And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food, And hast said, 'How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised, And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear. As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company. Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well. Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters. Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee. Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth, A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually. And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth. Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house, Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce, Lest strangers be filled with thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger, And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food, And hast said, 'How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised, And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear. As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company. Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well. Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters. Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee. Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth, A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually. And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?