See, this have I found, says Qoheleth, adding one to one to find the sum.
I, Qoheleth, was king over Israel in Jerusalem,
More bitter than death I find the woman who is a hunter’s trap, whose heart is a snare, whose hands are prison bonds. The one who pleases God will be delivered from her, but the one who displeases will be entrapped by her.
What my soul still seeks and has yet to find is this: “One man out of a thousand have I found, but a woman among them all I have not found.”