Walking in the street near the turn of her road, going on the way to her house,

Her house is the way to the underworld, going down to the rooms of death.

For it is better to have it said to you, Come up here; than for you to be put down in a lower place before the ruler.

Do not be quick to go to law about what you have seen, for what will you do in the end, when your neighbour has put you to shame?

What am I to say to you, O Lemuel, my oldest son? and what, O son of my body? and what, O son of my oaths?