Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,

Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step,

Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

Then I am near Him, a workman, And I am a delight -- day by day. Rejoicing before Him at all times,

The wise lay up knowledge, and the mouth of a fool is near ruin.

Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.

Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better is a near neighbour than a brother afar off.