Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house,

My husband isn’t home;
he went on a long journey.

Suddenly he went after her like an ox that goes to the slaughter, like a stag prancing into a trapper's snare

I went by the field of the hater of work, and by the vine-garden of the man without sense;

Who went up to heaven, and cometh down? Who hath gathered the wind in his fists? Who hath bound waters in a garment? Who established all ends of the earth? What is His name? and what His son's name? Surely thou knowest!