Passing through the street, near her corner, and, on the way to her house, he sauntered along;

In the twilight, in the evening of the day, in the midst of the night, and the gloom;

Now outside, now in the broadways, and, near every corner, she lieth in wait:

And lo! a woman, came to meet him, attired as one unchaste, of a wily heart.

So she caught him, and kissed him, and, embolding her face, she said to him:

She turneth him aside, with her great persuasiveness, - with the flattery of her lips, she compelleth him:

Boisterous, is she, and rebellious, In her house, abide not her feet;

My son, keep my sayings, and, my commandments, treasure by thee;

Peace-offerings, are by me, to-day, have I paid my vows;

I have sprinkled my bed, with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon:

Come! let us take our fill of endearments, until morning, let us delight ourselves with caresses;

Going after her instantly, as an ox, to the slaughter, he entereth, and, as in fetters, unto the correction of a fool.

For this cause, came I forth to meet thee, to seek diligently thy face, and I have found thee:

Keep my commandments and live, and mine instruction, as the pupil of thine eye;

Now, therefore, ye sons, hearken unto me, and attend, to the sayings of my mouth;

Ways to hades, are in her house, descending into the chambers of death.

That thou mayest be kept, from the woman that is a stranger, from the female unknown, who, with her speeches, doth flatter.

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

Coverlets, have I spread on my couch of pleasure, dark-hued stuffs, of the yarn of Egypt;

Say unto wisdom, My sister, thou! and, an acquaintance, call thou, understanding:

Until an arrow cleaveth his liver, as a bird hasteth into a snare, and knoweth not, that, for his life, it is!

A bag of silver, hath he taken in his hand, On the day of the full moon, will he enter his house.

And saw among the simple ones, discerned among the youths, A young man lacking sense;

For the husband is not in his house, he hath gone on a journey afar;

Let not thy heart, turn aside to her ways, Do not go astray, in her paths.

For, many, wounded, hath she caused to fail, - yea strong men, slain wholly by her:

Bind them upon thy fingers, write them, on the tablet of thy heart;