Say to wisdom, “You are my sister.” Say to understanding, “You are a member of my family.”
Suppose I say to the grave, ‘You are like a father to me.’ And suppose I say to its worms, ‘You are like a mother or sister to me.’
Tie them on your fingers. Write them on the tablet of your heart.
They will keep you from a woman who commits adultery. They will keep you from the smooth talk of a sinful wife.
“I wish you were like a brother to me. I wish my mother’s breasts had nursed you. Then if I found you outside, I could kiss you. No one would look down on me.