Here is what I have found,” says the Preacher, “Adding one thing to the other to find out the reason,
I, the Preacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
And I find more bitter than death The woman whose heart is snares and nets, Whose hands are fetters. He who pleases God shall escape from her, But the sinner shall be trapped by her.
Which my soul still seeks but I cannot find: One man among a thousand I have found, But a woman among all these I have not found.