Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it [is] for his life.
Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth.
Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths.
For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong [men] have been slain by her.
Her house [is] the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.
Doth not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice?
She standeth in the top of high places, by the way in the places of the paths.
She crieth at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the coming in at the doors.
Unto you, O men, I call; and my voice [is] to the sons of man.
O ye simple, understand wisdom: and, ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart.
