The Wiles of a Harlot
7 1 My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee. 2 Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye. 3 Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart. 4 Say to wisdom, 'My sister Thou 'art'.' And cry to understanding, 'Kinswoman!' 5 To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
6 For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out, 7 And I do 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 doth step, 9 In the twilight—in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness. 10 And, lo, a woman to meet him—(A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart, 11 Noisy she 'is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not. 12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait)— 13 And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him, 14 'Sacrifices of peace-offerings 'are' by me, To-day I have completed my vows. 15 Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee. 16 'With' ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works—cotton of Egypt. 17 I sprinkled my bed—myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. 18 Come, we are filled 'with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves. 19 For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey. 20 A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.' 21 She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him. 22 He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool, 23 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.
24 And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth. 25 Let not thy heart turn unto 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 unto inner chambers of death!
The Excellence and Eternity of Wisdom
8 1 Doth not wisdom call? And understanding give forth her voice? 2 At the head of high places by the way, Between the paths she hath stood, 3 At the side of the gates, at the mouth of the city, The entrance of the openings, she crieth aloud, 4 'Unto you, O men, I call, And my voice 'is' unto the sons of men. 5 Understand, ye simple ones, prudence, And ye fools, understand the heart, 6 Hearken, for noble things I speak, And the opening of my lips 'is' uprightness. 7 For truth doth my mouth utter, And an abomination to my lips 'is' wickedness. 8 In righteousness 'are' all the sayings of my mouth, Nothing in them is froward and perverse. 9 All of them 'are' plain to the intelligent, And upright to those finding knowledge. 10 Receive my instruction, and not silver, And knowledge rather than choice gold. 11 For better 'is' wisdom than rubies, Yea, all delights are not comparable with it.
12 I, wisdom, have dwelt with prudence, And a knowledge of devices I find out. 13 The fear of Jehovah 'is' to hate evil; Pride, and arrogance, and an evil way, And a froward mouth, I have hated. 14 Mine 'is' counsel and substance, I 'am' understanding, I have might. 15 By me kings reign, and princes decree righteousness, 16 By me do chiefs rule, and nobles, All judges of the earth. 17 I love those loving me, And those seeking me earnestly do find me. 18 Wealth and honour 'are' with me, Lasting substance and righteousness. 19 Better 'is' my fruit than gold, even fine gold, And mine increase than choice silver. 20 In a path of righteousness I cause to walk, In midst of paths of judgment, 21 To cause my lovers to inherit substance, Yea, their treasures I fill.
22 Jehovah possessed me—the beginning of His way, Before His works since then. 23 From the age I was anointed, from the first, From former states of the earth. 24 In there being no depths, I was brought forth, In there being no fountains heavy 'with' waters, 25 Before mountains were sunk, Before heights, I was brought forth. 26 While He had not made the earth, and out-places, And the top of the dusts of the world. 27 In His preparing the heavens I 'am' there, In His decreeing a circle on the face of the deep, 28 In His strengthening clouds above, In His making strong fountains of the deep, 29 In His setting for the sea its limit, And the waters transgress not His command, In His decreeing the foundations of earth, 30 Then I am near Him, a workman, And I am a delight—day by day. Rejoicing before Him at all times, 31 Rejoicing in the habitable part of His earth, And my delights 'are' with the sons of men.
32 And now, ye sons, hearken to me, Yea, happy are they who keep my ways. 33 Hear instruction, and be wise, and slight not. 34 O the happiness of the man hearkening to me, To watch at my doors day by day, To watch at the door-posts of my entrance. 35 For whoso is finding me, hath found life, And bringeth out good-will from Jehovah. 36 And whoso is missing me, is wronging his soul, All hating me have loved death!
Wisdom and the Foolish Woman
9 1 Wisdom hath builded her house, She hath hewn out her pillars—seven. 2 She hath slaughtered her slaughter, She hath mingled her wine, Yea, she hath arranged her table. 3 She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city: 4 'Who 'is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him, 5 'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled. 6 Forsake ye, the simple, and live, And be happy in the way of understanding. 7 The instructor of a scorner Is receiving for it—shame, And a reprover of the wicked—his blemish. 8 Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee, Give reproof to the wise, and he loveth thee. 9 Give to the wise, and he is wiser still, Make known to the righteous, And he increaseth learning. 10 The commencement of wisdom 'is' the fear of Jehovah, And a knowledge of the Holy Ones 'is' understanding. 11 For by me do thy days multiply, And added to thee are years of life. 12 If thou hast been wise, thou hast been wise for thyself, And thou hast scorned—thyself bearest 'it'.
13 A foolish woman 'is' noisy, Simple, and hath not known what. 14 And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne—the high places of the city, 15 To call to those passing by the way, Who are going straight 'on' their paths. 16 'Who 'is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso lacketh heart—she said to him, 17 'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.' 18 And he hath not known that Rephaim 'are' there, In deep places of Sheol her invited ones!