Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart.
Say unto wisdom, Thou [art] my sister; and call understanding [thy] kinswoman:
That they may keep thee from the strange woman, from the stranger [which] flattereth with her words.
For at the window of my house I looked through my casement,
And beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding,
Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house,
In the twilight, in the evening, in the black and dark night:
And, behold, there met him a woman [with] the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart.
(She [is] loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house:
Now [is she] without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner.)
