My son, keepmy words, and lay upmy commandmentswiththee. Keepmy commandments, and live; and my lawas the appleof thine eye. Bindthem uponthy fingers, writethem uponthe tableof thine heart. Sayunto wisdom, Thou art my sister; and callunderstanding thy kinswoman: That they may keepthee from the strangewoman, from the stranger which flatterethwith her words. Forat the windowof my houseI lookedthroughmy casement, And beheldamong the simple ones, I discernedamong the youths, a young manvoidof understanding, Passingthrough the streetnearher corner; and he wentthe wayto her house, In the twilight, in the evening, in the blackand darknight: And, behold, there methim a woman with the attireof a harlot, and subtleof heart. ( She is loudand stubborn; her feetabidenotin her house: Now is she without, nowin the streets, and lieth in waitateverycorner.) So she caughthim, and kissedhim, and with an impudentfacesaidunto him, I have peace offeringswithme; this dayhave I paidmy vows. Thereforecame I forthto meetthee, diligently to seekthy face, and I have foundthee. I have deckedmy bedwith coverings of tapestry, with carved works , with fine linenof Egypt. I have perfumedmy bedwith myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, let us take our fillof loveuntilthe morning: let us solace ourselveswith loves. Forthe goodman is notat home, he is gonea longjourney: He hath takena bagof moneywithhim, and will comehomeat the dayappointed. With her muchfair speechshe caused him to yield, with the flatteringof her lipsshe forcedhim. He goethafterher straightway, as an oxgoethtothe slaughter, or as a fooltothe correctionof the stocks; Tilla dartstrike throughhis liver; as a birdhastethtothe snare, and knowethnotthatit is for his life. Hearkenunto me nowtherefore, O ye children, and attendto the wordsof my mouth. Let notthine heartdeclinetoher ways, go not astrayin her paths. Forshe hath cast downmanywounded: yea, manystrong men have been slainby her. Her house is the wayto hell, going downtothe chambersof death.