She sits at the door of her house, on a seat at the high places of the town,
Keep your way far from her, and do not go near the door of her house;
On the heights, beside the way, at the crossroads she takes her stand;
calling to those who pass by, who are going straight on their way,
She has sent out her servant-girls, she calls from the highest places in the town,
at the head of every street you built your lofty place and prostituted your beauty, offering yourself to every passer-by, and multiplying your whoring.