Thematic Bible: Full of deceit and licentiousness
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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.
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.