To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings,
A deep pit `is' the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.
And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil `is' her mouth,
To preserve thee from an evil woman, From the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman.
She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.
Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou `art'.' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!'
For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,