Love wisdom like a sister; make insight a beloved member of your family.
What if I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
Tie them on your fingers as a reminder. Write them deep within your heart.
Let them protect you from an affair with an immoral woman, from listening to the flattery of a promiscuous woman.
Oh, I wish you were my brother, who nursed at my mother’s breasts. Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching, and no one would criticize me.