en_ulb/20-PRO/07.usfm

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\v 1 My son, keep my words
\q and store up my commands within yourself. 
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\v 2 Keep my commands and live
\q and keep my instruction as the apple of your eye.
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\v 3 Tie them on your fingers;
\q write them on the tablet of your heart.

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\v 4 Say to wisdom, "You are my sister,"
\q and call understanding your kinsman,
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\v 5 in order to keep yourself from the unlawful woman,
\q from the female stranger with her smooth words. 

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\v 6 At the window of my house
\q I was looking out through the lattice.
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\v 7 I looked at the inexperienced people,
\q and I noticed among the young men
\q a youth who had no sense.

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\v 8 That young man passed down the street near her corner,
\q and he went toward her house.
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\v 9 It was twilight, in the evening of the day,
\q at the time of night and darkness.

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\v 10 There a woman met him,
\q dressed like a prostitute, with a false heart.
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\v 11 She was loud and wayward;
\q her feet did not stay at home.
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\v 12 Now in the streets, then in the market place,
\q and at every corner she waited in ambush.
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\v 13 So she grabbed him and kissed him,
\q with a strong face she said to him,
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\v 14 "I made my peace offering today,
\q I paid my vows,
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\v 15 so came I out to meet you,
\q to eagerly seek your face and I have found you.

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\v 16 I have spread coverings on my bed,
\q colored linens from Egypt.
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\v 17 I have perfumed my bed
\q with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
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\v 18 Come, let us take our fill of love till morning;
\q let us take great pleasure in different acts of love-making.

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\v 19 My husband is not at home;
\q he is away on a long journey.
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\v 20 He took a bag of money with him;
\q he will return on the day of the full moon."
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\v 21 With her seductive talk she persuaded him,
\q and with her smooth talk she compelled him.

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\v 22 He walked after her
\q like an ox going to the slaughter,
\q or like a deer caught in a trap
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\v 23 until an arrow pierces through its liver—
\q or like bird rushing into a snare,
\q not knowing it would cost him his life.
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\v 24 And now, my sons, listen to me;
\q pay attention to what I say.
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\v 25 Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways;
\q do not go astray into her paths.

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\v 26 She has brought down many victims;
\q they cannot be counted.
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\v 27 Her house is on the road to Sheol;
\q it goes down to the rooms of death.