Proverbs 7:1-12 ▼

1 My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my comaundemetes by the.

2 Kepe my comaundemetes & my lawe, eue as the aple of thine eye, & thou shalt lyue.

3 Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, & wryte the in the table of thine hert.

4 Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my sister, and call vnderstondinge thy kynswoman:

5 that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes.

6 For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies,

7 & behelde the simple people: & amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole

8 goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house

9 in the twylight of of the euenynge, when it begane now to be night and darcke.

10 And beholde, there mett him a woma in an harlottes apparell

11 (a disceatfull, waton & an vnstedfast woma: whose fete coude not abyde in ye house,

12 now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner)