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To deliver you from the way of evil,
From the man who speaks perverse things;

To deliver you from the strange woman,
From the adulteress who flatters with her words;

My son, let them not vanish from your sight;
Keep sound wisdom and discretion,

Acquire wisdom! Acquire understanding!
Do not forget nor turn away from the words of my mouth.

Do not let them depart from your sight;
Keep them in the midst of your heart.

Now then, my sons, listen to me
And do not depart from the words of my mouth.

Keep your way far from her
And do not go near the door of her house,

Deliver yourself like a gazelle from the hunter’s hand
And like a bird from the hand of the fowler.

To keep you from the evil woman,
From the smooth tongue of the adulteress.

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

“From everlasting I was established,
From the beginning, from the earliest times of the earth.

When He made firm the skies above,
When the springs of the deep became fixed,

She has sent out her maidens, she calls
From the tops of the heights of the city:

The righteous is delivered from trouble,
But the wicked takes his place.

A good man will obtain favor from the Lord,
But He will condemn a man who devises evil.

An evil man is ensnared by the transgression of his lips,
But the righteous will escape from trouble.

From the fruit of a man’s mouth he enjoys good,
But the desire of the treacherous is violence.

The highway of the upright is to depart from evil;
He who watches his way preserves his life.

A wicked man receives a bribe from the bosom
To pervert the ways of justice.

Cease listening, my son, to discipline,
And you will stray from the words of knowledge.

A man who wanders from the way of understanding
Will rest in the assembly of the dead.

Thorns and snares are in the way of the perverse;
He who guards himself will be far from them.

If you have nothing with which to pay,
Why should he take your bed from under you?

My son, eat honey, for it is good,
Yes, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;

Or the Lord will see it and be displeased,
And turn His anger away from him.

For their calamity will rise suddenly,
And who knows the ruin that comes from both of them?

Though you pound a fool in a mortar with a pestle along with crushed grain,
Yet his foolishness will not depart from him.

He who pampers his slave from childhood
Will in the end find him to be a son.

There is a kind of man whose teeth are like swords
And his jaw teeth like knives,
To devour the afflicted from the earth
And the needy from among men.