Proverbs 7:1-27
The chiastic structure of Proverbs 7:1-27
7:1 My son, keep my words and treasure up my
commandments with you; 2 keep my commandments and live,
keep my teachings as the apple of your
eye;
3 bind them on your fingers, write them on the tablet of your
heart. 4 Say to wisdom, "You
are my sister," and call
insight your intimate friend; 5 to preserve
you from the loose woman, from the adventuress with
her smooth words.
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6 For at the window of my house I
have looked out through my lattice,
7 and I have seen among the simple, I have perceived among the youths,
a young man without sense, |
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8 passing
along the street near her corner, taking the road to her house
9 in the twilight, in the evening, at the time of night and darkness. |
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10 And lo, a woman meets him, dressed
as a harlot, wily of heart. 11 She is loud and wayward,
her feet do not stay at home; 12 now in the street, now in the market,
and at every corner she lies in wait. |
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13 She seizes him and kisses him, and with impudent
face she says to him: 14 "I had to
offer sacrifices, and today I have paid my vows; 15 so
now I have come out to meet you, to seek you eagerly, and I have
found you. |
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16 I have decked
my couch with coverings, colored spreads of Egyptian
linen; 17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18 Come, let us take our fill of love
till morning; let us delight ourselves with love. |
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19 For my husband is not at home;
he has gone on a long journey;
20 he took a bag of money with him; at full moon he will come home."
21 With much seductive speech she persuades him; with her smooth
talk she compels him. |
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22 All at once he
follows her, as an ox goes to the slaughter, or as a
stag is caught fast 23 till an arrow pierces its entrails; as
a bird rushes into a snare; he does not know that it
will cost him his life. |
24 And now, O sons,
listen to me, and be attentive to the words
of my mouth. 25 Let not your heart
turn aside to her ways, do not stray into her paths; 26 for many
a victim has she laid low; yea, all
her slain are a mighty host. 27 Her house is the way
to Sheol, going down to the chambers
of death.
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