Proverbs 7:1-20 ▼

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.

20 He hath taken the bagg of moneye with him, who can tell whe he cometh home?