Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call understanding your nearest kin,
Oh, that you were like my brother, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
If I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ And to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister,’
Bind them on your fingers; Write them on the tablet of your heart.
That they may keep you from the immoral woman, From the seductress who flatters with her words.