Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call understanding your intimate friend,
If I call to the grave, ‘You are my father’; To the maggot, ‘my mother and my sister’;
Bind them on your fingers; Write them on the tablet of your heart.
So that they may keep you from an adulteress, From the foreigner who flatters with her words.
“Oh that you were like a brother to me Who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you; No one would despise me, either.