Proverbs 7
aligned by seat — same row, same verse, whatever each bible numbers it
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| 1 | My son, keep my words, And lay up my commandments with thee. |
| 2 | Keep my commandments and live, And my teaching as the apple of thine eye. |
| 3 | Bind them upon thy fingers, Write them upon the table of thy heart. |
| 4 | Say unto wisdom: ‘Thou art my sister’, And call understanding thy kinswoman; |
| 5 | That they may keep thee from the strange woman, From the alien woman that maketh smooth her words. |
| 6 | For at the window of my house I looked forth through my lattice; |
| 7 | And I beheld among the thoughtless ones, I discerned among the youths, A young man void of understanding, |
| 8 | Passing through the street near her corner, And he went the way to her house; |
| 9 | In the twilight, in the evening of the day, In the blackness of night and the darkness. |
| 10 | And, behold, there met him a woman With the attire of a harlot, and wily of heart. |
| 11 | She is riotous and rebellious, Her feet abide not in her house; |
| 12 | Now she is in the streets, now in the broad places, And lieth in wait at every corner. |
| 13 | So she caught him, and kissed him, And with an impudent face she said unto him: |
| 14 | ’Sacrifices of peace-offerings were due from me; This day have I paid my vows. |
| 15 | Therefore came I forth to meet thee, To seek thy face, and I have found thee. |
| 16 | I have decked my couch with coverlets, With striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt. |
| 17 | I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. |
| 18 | Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; Let us solace ourselves with loves. |
| 19 | For my husband is not at home, He is gone a long journey; |
| 20 | He hath taken the bag of money with him; He will come home at the full moon.’ |
| 21 | With her much fair speech she causeth him to yield, With the blandishment of her lips she enticeth him away. |
| 22 | He goeth after her straightway, As an ox that goeth to the slaughter, Or as one in fetters to the correction of the fool; |
| 23 | Till an arrow strike through his liver; As a bird hasteneth to the snare— And knoweth not that it is at the cost of his life. |
| 24 | Now therefore, O ye children, hearken unto me, And attend to the words of my mouth. |
| 25 | Let not thy heart decline to her ways, Go not astray in her paths. |
| 26 | For she hath cast down many wounded; Yea, a mighty host are all her slain. |
| 27 | Her house is the way to the nether-world, Going down to the chambers of death. |