My son, be attentive to my wisdom;
lean your ear for my understanding,
that you can maintain discretion,
and your lips can keep knowledge.
Because the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey,and his speech is softer than oil,but in the end she is bitter like absinthe, sharpened like a two-edged sword.
His feet descend to death;his steps follow the road to Sheol;she does not reflect on the path of life;her ways roam, and she does not know it.
And now, oh children, listen to me,and do not turn aside from the words of my mouth.
Stay away from her,and do not go near the door of your house. Do not give your honor to others and your years to the ruthless,lest strangers be filled with your strength, and your jobs go to a foreigner's house,and at the end of your life you moan,when your flesh and body are consumed,and you say:
"How I hated discipline,
and my heart despised the rebuke
I did not hear the voice of my teachers
or tilt my ear to my instructors.
I'm on the verge of total ruin
in the assembled congregation"
Drink water from your own cistern,
flowing water from your own well.
If your springs are dispersed abroad,
water currents in the streets?
Let them be just for you,
and not for strangers with you
Let your source be blessed,
and rejoice in the woman of your youth,
a charming deer, a graceful deer.
Let your breasts fill you at all times with delight;to be drunk always in his love.
Why should you be drunk, my son, with a forbidden woman? and embrace the breast of an adulteress?
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