Passing through the street near her corner;
And he takes the way to her house,

In the twilight, in the evening,
In the middle of the night and in the darkness.

She is now in the streets, now in the squares,
And lurks by every corner.

And behold, a woman comes to meet him,
Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart.

So she seizes him and kisses him
And with a brazen face she says to him:

With her many persuasions she entices him;
With her flattering lips she seduces him.

She is boisterous and rebellious,
Her feet do not remain at home;

My son, keep my words
And treasure my commandments within you.

“I was due to offer peace offerings;
Today I have paid my vows.

“I have sprinkled my bed
With myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.

“Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning;
Let us delight ourselves with caresses.

Suddenly he follows her
As an ox goes to the slaughter,
Or as one in fetters to the discipline of a fool,

“Therefore I have come out to meet you,
To seek your presence earnestly, and I have found you.

Keep my commandments and live,
And my teaching as the apple of your eye.

Now therefore, my sons, listen to me,
And pay attention to the words of my mouth.

Her house is the way to Sheol,
Descending to the chambers of death.

That they may keep you from an adulteress,
From the foreigner who flatters with her words.

For at the window of my house
I looked out through my lattice,

“I have spread my couch with coverings,
With colored linens of Egypt.

Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
And call understanding your intimate friend;

Until an arrow pierces through his liver;
As a bird hastens to the snare,
So he does not know that it will cost him his life.

He has taken a bag of money with him,
At the full moon he will come home.”

And I saw among the naive,
And discerned among the youths
A young man lacking sense,

“For my husband is not at home,
He has gone on a long journey;

Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways,
Do not stray into her paths.

For many are the victims she has cast down,
And numerous are all her slain.

Bind them on your fingers;
Write them on the tablet of your heart.