If they say, Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk secretly for the innocent without cause;

let us swallow them up alive as Sheol, and whole, as those that go down into the pit;

My son, forget not my teaching, and let thy heart observe my commandments;

Let not loving-kindness and truth forsake thee; bind them about thy neck, write them upon the tablet of thy heart:

My son, let them not depart from thine eyes; keep sound wisdom and discretion:

And he taught me, and said unto me, Let thy heart retain my words; keep my commandments and live.

Take fast hold of instruction, let her not go: keep her, for she is thy life.

Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thy heart.

Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight before thee.

Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be well-ordered.

Let them be only thine own, and not strangers' with thee.

Let thy fountain be blessed; and have joy of the wife of thy youth.

As a lovely hind and a graceful roe, let her breasts satisfy thee at all times: be thou ravished continually with her love.

Lust not after her beauty in thy heart, neither let her take thee with her eyelids;

Come, let us revel in love until the morning, let us delight ourselves with loves.

Let not thy heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths:

Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither. To him that is void of understanding, she saith,

Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither. And to him that is void of understanding she saith,

Let a bear robbed of her whelps meet a man rather than a fool in his folly.

Let not thy heart envy sinners, but be thou in the fear of Jehovah all the day;

let thy father and thy mother have joy, and let her that bore thee rejoice.

My son, give me thy heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.

Rejoice not when thine enemy falleth, and let not thy heart be glad when he stumbleth;

Let thy foot be seldom in thy neighbour's house; lest he be weary of thee and hate thee.

Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.

The fining-pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold; so let a man be to the mouth that praiseth him.

A man laden with the blood of any person, fleeth to the pit: let no man stay him.

let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.

Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own works praise her in the gates.