Tell wisdom, “You're my sister,” and call insight your best friend.
Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
Tie them to your fingers; write them in your mind.
They will protect you from the immoral woman, from the prostitute with her seductive words.
How I wish you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I met you on the street I could kiss you and no one would tell me off.