1 My son, keep my words, and lay up my commandments with thee.
2 Keep my commandments, and live; and my law as the apple of thine eye.
As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion. 11:22
Trivia: What will those who trouble their own house inherit?
1 My son, keep my words, and lay up my commandments with thee.
2 Keep my commandments, and live; and my law as the apple of thine eye.
3 Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart.
4 Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call understanding thy kinswoman:
Say to wisdom, "You are my sister."
Call understanding your female relative.
5 That they may keep thee from the strange woman, from the stranger which flattereth with her words.
6 For at the window of my house I looked through my casement,
7 And beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding,
8 Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house,
9 In the twilight, in the evening, in the black and dark night:
Stay away from the strange woman.
10 And, behold, there met him a woman with the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart.
A harlot is loud and stubborn.
11 (She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house:
Her feet don't stay in her house.
12 Now is she without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner.)
She lies in wait at every corner.
13 So she caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said unto him,
14 I have peace offerings with me; this day have I payed my vows.
15 Therefore came I forth to meet thee, diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee.
She caught a man and kissed him.
16 I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.
She said to him,
I have a nice bed,
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
perfumed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. [1]
18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves.
Let's have sex all night.
19 For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey:
20 He hath taken a bag of money with him, and will come home at the day.
Because my husband isn't home.
He's gone on a long journey.
21 With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with the flattering of her lips she forced him.
22 He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter, or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
23 Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.
24 Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth.
25 Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths.
So stay away from strange women.
26 For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her.
They'll kill you,
27 Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.
and send you to hell.