Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call understanding a close friend,
I shall say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ – to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister.’
Bind them on your fingers; Write them on the tablet of your heart.
To guard you against the strange woman, Against the foreigner who flatters with her words.
Who would make you a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! Should I find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.