Proverbs 5:1-14 ▼

1 My sonne, geue hede vnto my wysdome, & bowe thine eare vnto my prudece:

2 yt thou mayest regarde good councell, and that thy lippes maye kepe nurtoure.

3 For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.

4 But at ye last she is as bitter as wormwod, and as sharpe as a two edged swerde.

5 Hir fete go downe vnto death, and hir steppes pearse thorow vnto hell.

6 She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are hir wayes, that thou canst not knowe them.

7 Heare me therfore (o my sonne) and departe not fro the wordes of my mouth.

8 Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house.

9 That thou geue not thine honor vnto another, and thy yeares to the cruell.

10 That other men be not fylled with thy goodes, & that thy labours come not in a straunge house.

11 Yee that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body and goodes)

12 and then saye: Alas, why hated I nurtoure? why dyd my hert despyse correccion?

13 Wherfore was not I obedient vnto the voyce of my teachers, & herkened not vnto them that infourmed me?

14 I am come almost in to all mysfortune, in the myddest of the multitude and congregacion.