Thematic Bible


Thematic Bible




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,

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!

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 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.

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 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?

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 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.

'Thou dost not pollute thy daughter to cause her to go a-whoring, that the land go not a-whoring, and the land hath been full of wickedness. Verse ConceptsdaughtersLove, In RelationshipsProstitutionRightsSexual Sin, Nature OfSexualityHarlotsProvokingTattoos Being Okwhores

Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart, My people at its staff asketh and its rod declareth to it, For a spirit of whoredoms hath caused to err, And they go a-whoring from under their God.

Because of the abundance of the fornications of an harlot, The goodness of the grace of the lady of witchcrafts, Who is selling nations by her fornications, And families by her witchcrafts. Lo, I am against thee, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, And have removed thy skirts before thy face, And have shewed nations thy nakedness, And kingdoms thy shame, And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight. read more.
And it hath come to pass, Each of thy beholders fleeth from thee, And hath said: 'Spoiled is Nineveh, Who doth bemoan for her?' Whence do I seek comforters for thee?

For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth. 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?

Saying, 'Lo, one sendeth away his wife, And she hath gone from him, And she hath been to another man, Doth he turn back unto her again? Greatly defiled is not that land? And thou hast committed whoredom with many lovers, And turn again to Me, an affirmation of Jehovah. Lift thine eyes to the high places, and see, Where hast thou not been lain with? On the ways thou hast sat for them, As an Arab in a wilderness, And thou defilest the land, By thy fornications, and by thy wickedness. And withheld are showers, and gathered rain hath not been. The forehead of a whorish woman thou hast, Thou hast refused to be ashamed.

And it cometh to pass, after all thy wickedness, (Woe, woe, to thee -- an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah), That thou dost build to thee an arch, And dost make to thee a high place in every broad place. At every head of the way thou hast built thy high place, And thou dost make thy beauty abominable, And dost open wide thy feet to every passer by, And dost multiply thy whoredoms, read more.
And dost go a-whoring unto sons of Egypt, Thy neighbours -- great of appetite! And thou dost multiply thy whoredoms, To provoke Me to anger. And lo, I have stretched out My hand against thee, And I diminish thy portion, And give thee to the desire of those hating thee, The daughters of the Philistines, Who are ashamed of thy wicked way. And thou goest a-whoring unto sons of Asshur, Without thy being satisfied, And thou dost go a-whoring with them, And also -- thou hast not been satisfied. And thou dost multiply thy whoredoms On the land of Canaan -- toward Chaldea, And even with this thou hast not been satisfied. How weak is thy heart, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, In thy doing all these, The work of a domineering whorish woman. In thy building thine arch at the head of every way, Thy high place thou hast made in every broad place, And -- hast not been as a whore deriding a gift. The wife who committeth adultery -- Under her husband -- doth receive strangers. To all whores they give a gift, And -- thou hast given thy gifts to all thy lovers, And dost bribe them to come in unto thee, From round about -- in thy whoredoms. And the contrary is in thee from women in thy whoredoms, That after thee none doth go a-whoring; And in thy giving a gift, And a gift hath not been given to thee; And thou art become contrary. Therefore, O whore, hear a word of Jehovah, Thus said the Lord Jehovah: Because of thy brass being poured forth, And thy nakedness is revealed in thy whoredoms near thy lovers, And near all the idols of thy abominations, And according to the blood of thy sons, Whom thou hast given to them; Therefore, lo, I am assembling all thy lovers, To whom thou hast been sweet, And all whom thou hast loved, Besides all whom thou hast hated; And I have assembled them by thee round about, And have revealed thy nakedness to them, And they have seen all thy nakedness. And I have judged thee -- judgments of adulteresses, And of women shedding blood, And have given thee blood, fury, and jealousy. And I have given thee into their hand, And they have thrown down thine arch, And they have broken down thy high places, And they have stript thee of thy garments, And they have taken thy beauteous vessels, And they have left thee naked and bare. And have caused an assembly to come up against thee, And stoned thee with stones, And thrust thee through with their swords, And burnt thy houses with fire, And done in thee judgments before the eyes of many women, And I have caused thee to cease from going a-whoring, And also a gift thou givest no more. And I have caused My fury against thee to rest, And My jealousy hath turned aside from thee, And I have been quiet, and I am not angry any more. Because thou hast not remembered the days of thy youth, And dost give trouble to Me in all these, Lo, even I also thy way at first gave up, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And I did not this thought for all thine abominations. Lo, every one using a simile, Doth use a simile concerning thee, saying: As the mother -- her daughter!


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. Verse ConceptsSexual ChastityWomen Doing WrongMan TrappingGodly WomanBitternessBreaking Chainsnagging

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.

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.

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!

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.

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 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.

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!

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.

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. Verse ConceptsSexual ChastityWomen Doing WrongMan TrappingGodly WomanBitternessBreaking Chainsnagging

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?

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.

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.

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!

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!

The wife who committeth adultery -- Under her husband -- doth receive strangers. Verse ConceptsWivesRelations With ForeignersWifespouseloversadultry