Proverbs 7
The Wiles of a
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My son, keep my words,
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and lay up my commandments with
thee. |
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Keep my commandments, and live;
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and my law as the apple of thine
eye. |
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Bind them upon thy fingers,
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write them upon the table of thine
heart. |
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Say unto wisdom, Thou art my
sister;
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and call understanding thy kinswoman: |
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that they may keep thee from the strange
woman,
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from the stranger which flattereth with her
words.
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For at the window of my house
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I looked through my
casement, |
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and beheld among the simple ones,
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I discerned among the youths, |
a young man void of
understanding, |
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passing through the street near her
corner;
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and he went the way to her
house, |
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in the twilight, in the evening,
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in the black and dark night.
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And, behold, there met him a woman
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with the attire of a harlot, and subtile of
heart. |
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(She is loud and stubborn;
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her feet abide not in her
house: |
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now is she without, now in the
streets,
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and lieth in wait at every
corner.) |
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So she caught him, and kissed him,
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and with an impudent face said unto
him, |
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I have peace offerings with
me;
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this day have I paid my
vows. |
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Therefore came I forth to meet thee,
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diligently to seek thy face, |
and I have found
thee. |
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I have decked my bed with coverings of
tapestry,
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with carved works, with fine linen of
Egypt. |
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I have perfumed my bed
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with myrrh, aloes, and
cinnamon. |
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Come, let us take our fill of love until
the morning:
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let us solace ourselves with
loves. |
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For the goodman is not at
home,
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he is gone a long
journey: |
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he hath taken a bag of money with
him,
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and will come home at the day appointed.
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With her much fair speech she caused him
to yield,
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with the flattering of her lips she forced
him. |
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He goeth after her straightway,
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as an ox goeth to the slaughter, |
or as a fool to the correction of the
stocks; |
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till a dart strike through his liver;
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as a bird hasteth to the snare, |
and knoweth not that it is for his life.
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Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye
children,
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and attend to the words of my
mouth. |
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Let not thine heart decline to her
ways,
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go not astray in her
paths. |
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For she hath cast down many wounded:
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yea, many strong men have been slain by
her. |
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Her house is the way to hell,
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going down to the chambers of
death. |
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