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Chastity » Saints are kept in
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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Heart » The unregenerate » Is malicious
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble for wars.
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For destruction doth their heart meditate, And perverseness do their lips speak.
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Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
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Thus said the Lord Jehovah: Because of the doings of the Philistines in vengeance, And they take vengeance with despite in soul, To destroy -- the enmity age-during!
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character of the unrenewed Heart » Ensnaring
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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Net » Figurative
A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
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Thou hast brought us into a net, Thou hast placed pressure on our loins.
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The wicked hath desired the net of evil doers, And the root of the righteous giveth.
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For even man knoweth not his time; as fish that are taken hold of by an evil net, and as birds that are taken hold of by a snare, like these are the sons of man snared at an evil time, when it falleth upon them suddenly.
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And lamented have the fishers, And mourned have all casting angle into a brook, And those spreading nets on the face of the waters have languished.
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And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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And it hath come to pass, fishers do stand by it, from En-Gedi even unto En-Eglaim; a spreading place of nets they are; according to their own kind is their fish, as the fish of the great sea, very many.
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For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
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Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.
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A man taking a portion above his neighbour, Spreadeth a net for his own steps.
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Mine eyes are continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.
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The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
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He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
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When they go I spread over them My net, As the fowl of the heavens I bring them down, I chastise them as their company hath heard.
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Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
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Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou art my strength.
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For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul. Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
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A spreading place of nets she is in the midst of the sea, For I -- I have spoken -- an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And she hath been for a spoil to nations.
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And I have given thee up for a clear place of a rock, A spreading-place of nets thou art, Thou art not built up any more, For I, Jehovah, I have spoken, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.
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Pleasure » Those that please the lord
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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For thus said Jehovah of the eunuchs, Who do keep My sabbaths, And have fixed on that which I desired, And are keeping hold on My covenant: I have given to them in My house, And within My walls a station and a name, Better than sons and than daughters, A name age-during I give to him That is not cut off.
When a man's ways please Jehovah, even his enemies, He causeth to be at peace with him.
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Snares » Who becomes snared
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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Shew not thyself friendly with an angry man, And with a man of fury go not in, Lest thou learn his paths, And have received a snare to thy soul.
and those wishing to be rich, do fall into temptation and a snare, and many desires, foolish and hurtful, that sink men into ruin and destruction,
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Jehovah hath been known, Judgment He hath done, By a work of his hands Hath the wicked been snared. Meditation. Selah.
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In transgression of the lips is the snare of the wicked, And the righteous goeth out from distress.
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Snares » Who sets snares
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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A man taking a portion above his neighbour, Spreadeth a net for his own steps. In the transgression of the evil is a snare, And the righteous doth sing and rejoice.
For the wicked have been found among My people. It looketh about the covering of snares, They have set up a trap -- men they capture. As a cage full of fowls, So their houses are full of deceit, Therefore they have been great, and are rich. They have been fat, they have shone, Yea, they have overpassed the acts of the evil, Judgment they have not judged, The judgment of the fatherless -- and they prosper, And the judgment of the needy they have not judged.
Whoredom » Whores
A deep pit is the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.
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And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings, Who is forsaking the guide of her youth, And the covenant of her God hath forgotten. For her house hath inclined unto death, And unto Rephaim her paths. read more.
None going in unto her turn back, Nor do they reach the paths of life.
None going in unto her turn back, Nor do they reach the paths of life.
My son! to my wisdom give attention, To mine understanding incline thine ear, To observe thoughtfulness, And knowledge do thy lips keep. For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth, read more.
And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths. Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of. The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths. Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of. The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
Say to wisdom, 'My sister Thou art.' And cry to understanding, 'Kinswoman!' To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings. For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out, read more.
And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step, In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step, In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
For a harlot is a deep ditch, And a strange woman is a strait pit. She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.
Whoredom » Who falls victim to whores
A deep pit is the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.
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And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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Say to wisdom, 'My sister Thou art.' And cry to understanding, 'Kinswoman!' To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings. For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out, read more.
And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step, In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones.
And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step, In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones.
Whoredom » Who shall escape from whores
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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Woman » Frequently » Subtle and deceitful
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,
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Women » Wicked » Full of deceit and licentiousness
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth, And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths. Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of. read more.
The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth. Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house, Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce, Lest strangers be filled with thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger, And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food, And hast said, 'How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised, And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear. As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company. Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well. Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters. Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee. Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth, A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually. And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth. Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house, Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce, Lest strangers be filled with thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger, And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food, And hast said, 'How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised, And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear. As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company. Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well. Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters. Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee. Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth, A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually. And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings, Who is forsaking the guide of her youth, And the covenant of her God hath forgotten. For her house hath inclined unto death, And unto Rephaim her paths. read more.
None going in unto her turn back, Nor do they reach the paths of life.
None going in unto her turn back, Nor do they reach the paths of life.
To preserve thee from an evil woman, From the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman. Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids. For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth. read more.
Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt? Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched? So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.
Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt? Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched? So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.
He who committeth adultery with a woman lacketh heart, He is destroying his soul who doth it. A stroke and shame he doth find, And his reproach is not wiped away, For jealousy is the fury of a man, And he doth not spare in a day of vengeance. read more.
He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!
He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!
For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out, And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step, read more.
In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
The wife who committeth adultery -- Under her husband -- doth receive strangers.
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Women » Subtle and deceitful
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
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To preserve thee from an evil woman, From the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman. Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids. For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth. read more.
Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt? Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched? So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.
Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt? Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched? So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.
He who committeth adultery with a woman lacketh heart, He is destroying his soul who doth it. A stroke and shame he doth find, And his reproach is not wiped away, For jealousy is the fury of a man, And he doth not spare in a day of vengeance. read more.
He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!
He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!
For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out, And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding, Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he doth step, read more.
In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!
In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) -- And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, To-day I have completed my vows. Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt. I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths, For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones. The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!