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| 7:1 | My son, keep my words, and lay up my commandments with thee. |
| 7:2 | Keep my commandments, and live; and my law as the apple of thine eye. |
| 7:3 | Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart. |
| 7:4 | Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call understanding thy kinswoman: |
| 7:5 | That they may keep thee from the strange woman, from the stranger which flattereth with her words. |
| 7:6 | For at the window of my house I looked through my casement, |
| 7:7 | And beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding, |
| 7:8 | Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house, |
| 7:9 | In the twilight, in the evening, in the black and dark night: |
| 7:10 | And, behold, there met him a woman with the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart. |
| 7:11 | (She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house: |
| 7:12 | Now is she without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner.) |
| 7:13 | So she caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said unto him, |
| 7:14 | I have peace offerings with me; this day have I payed my vows. |
| 7:15 | Therefore came I forth to meet thee, diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee. |
| 7:16 | I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt. |
| 7:17 | I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. |
| 7:18 | Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves. |
| 7:19 | For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey: |
| 7:20 | He hath taken a bag of money with him, and will come home at the day appointed. |
| 7:21 | With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with the flattering of her lips she forced him. |
| 7:22 | He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter, or as a fool to the correction of the stocks; |
| 7:23 | Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life. |
| 7:24 | Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth. |
| 7:25 | Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. |
| 7:26 | For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her. |
| 7:27 | Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death. |
| 7:1 | My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my commaundementes by the. |
| 7:2 | Kepe my commaundementes and my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt lyue. |
| 7:3 | Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, and wryte them in the table of thyne hert. |
| 7:4 | Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my syster, and call vnderstandynge thy kynswoman: |
| 7:5 | that they maye kepe the from the straunge woman, and from the harlot which geueth swete wordes. |
| 7:6 | For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorowe the latysse, |
| 7:7 | & behelde the symple people: and amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole, |
| 7:8 | goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house, |
| 7:9 | in the twylight of the euenynge, when it beganne nowe to be nyght & darcke. |
| 7:10 | And beholde, there mett hym a woman wt open tokens of an harlot, onely her herte was hyde, |
| 7:11 | She was full of loude wordes, & redy to daly: whose fete coulde not abyde in the house, |
| 7:12 | nowe is the without, now in the stretes, and layeth abayte in euery corner, |
| 7:13 | she caught the yongeman, kyssed hym, and was not ashamed, sayinge: |
| 7:14 | I had a vowe of peace offerynges to paye, and thys daye I perfourme it. |
| 7:15 | Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I myght seke thy face, and so I haue founde the. |
| 7:16 | I haue deckte my bed with couerynges and clothes of Egypte. |
| 7:17 | My bed haue I made to smell of Mirre, Aloes, and Cynamon. |
| 7:18 | Come lett vs ly together, and take oure pleasure tyll it be daye lyght: and we wyll enioye the pleasures of loue. |
| 7:19 | For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of. |
| 7:20 | He hath taken the bagge of moneye with hym: And will retourne home at the appoynted solempne feste? |
| 7:21 | Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flatterynge lyppes she entysed hym |
| 7:22 | sodenlye to folowe her: as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, & lyke as it were a foole that laugheth when he goeth to the stockes, to be punyshed, |
| 7:23 | so longe tyll she had wounded hys lyuer with her dart: lyke as yf a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowynge that the parell of hys lyfe lyeth ther vpon. |
| 7:24 | Heare me nowe therfore, O my chyldren, and marcke the wordes of my mouth. |
| 7:25 | Let not thyne herte wandre in her wayes, and be not thou disceaued in her pathes. |
| 7:26 | For many one hath she wounded and cast downe, yee many a stronge man hath bene slayne by the meanes of her. |
| 7:27 | Her houses are the waye vnto hell, and brynge men downe into the chambers of death. |
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