Proverbios 7 Literal Standard Version

71 My son! Keep my sayings, || And lay up my commands with you. 2 Keep my commands, and live, || And my law as the pupil of your eye. 3 Bind them on your fingers, || Write them on the tablet of your heart. 4 Say to wisdom, “You [are] my sister.” And cry to understanding, “Relative!” 5 To preserve you from a strange woman, || From a stranger who has made her sayings smooth. 6 For at a window of my house, || I have looked out through my casement, 7 And I see among the simple ones, || I discern among the sons, || A young man lacking understanding, 8 Passing on in the street, near her corner, || And the way [to] her house he steps, 9 In the twilight—in the evening of day, || In the darkness of night and blackness. 10 And behold, a woman to meet him—(A harlot’s dress, and watchful of heart, 11 She [is] noisy, and stubborn, her feet do not rest in her house. 12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, || And she lies in wait near every corner)— 13 And she laid hold on him and kissed him, || She has hardened her face and says to him, 14 “Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, || Today I have completed my vows. 15 Therefore I have come forth to meet you, || To earnestly seek your face, and I find you. 16 I decked my bed [with] ornamental coverings, || Carved works—cotton of Egypt. 17 I sprinkled my bed [with] myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. 18 Come, we are filled [with] love until the morning, || We delight ourselves in loves. 19 For the man is not in his house, || He has gone on a long journey. 20 He has taken a bag of money in his hand, || At the day of the new moon he comes to his house.” 21 She turns him aside with the abundance of her speech, || She forces him with the flattery of her lips. 22 He is going after her straight away, he comes as an ox to the slaughter, || And as a chain to the discipline of a fool, 23 Until an arrow splits his liver, || As a bird has hurried to a snare, || And has not known that it [is] for its life. 24 And now, you sons, listen to me, || And give attention to sayings of my mouth. 25 Do not let your heart turn to her ways, || Do not wander in her paths, 26 For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, || And mighty [are] all her slain ones. 27 The ways of Sheol—her house, || Going down to inner chambers of death!