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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) 13 she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege: 14 I had a vowe to paye, & this daye I perfourme it. 15 Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I might seke thy face, and so I haue founde the. 16 I haue deckte my bed with coueringes & clothes of Egipte. 17 My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom. 18 Come, let vs lye together, & take oure pleasure till it be daye light. 19 For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of. Proverbs 7:1-19, Coverdale Bible of 1535. Public domain.
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