My son,בְּנִיto my wisdomלְחָכְמָתִיbe attentive;הַקְשִׁיבָהto my insightלִתְבוּנָתִיinclineהַטyour ear,אָזְנֶךָ
to keepלִשְׁמֹרdiscretion,מְזִמּוֹתand that your lipsוְ שְׂפָתֶיךָmay guardיִנְצֹרוּknowledge.דַעַת
Forכִּיthe lipsשִׂפְתֵיof the strange womanזָרָהdripתִּטֹּפְנָהhoney from the comb,נֹפֶתandוְsmootherחָלָקthan oilמִשֶּׁמֶןis her palate;חִכָּהּ
butוְher endאַחֲרִיתָהּis bitterמָרָהas wormwood,כַלַּעֲנָהsharpחַדָּהas a swordכְּחֶרֶבwith two edges.פִּיּוֹת
Her feetרַגְלֶיהָgo downיֹרְדוֹתto death;מָוֶתto Sheolשְׁאוֹלher stepsצְעָדֶיהָhold fast.יִתְמֹכוּ
The pathאֹרַחof lifeחַיִּיםshe does notפֶּןlevel;תְּפַלֵּסher tracksמַעְגְּלֹתֶיהָwander,נָעוּand she does notלֹאknow it.תֵדָע
Andוְnow,עַתָּהsons,בָנִיםlistenשִׁמְעוּto me,לִיand do notוְאַלturn awayתָּסוּרוּfrom the sayingsמֵאִמְרֵיof my mouth.פִי
Keepהַרְחֵקyour wayדַרְכֶּךָfarהַרְחֵקfrom her,מֵעָלֶיהָand do notוְאַלcome nearתִּקְרַבtoאֶלthe doorפֶּתַחof her house;בֵּיתָהּ
lestפֶּןyou giveתִּתֵּןto othersלַאֲחֵרִיםyour splendor,הוֹדֶךָandוּyour yearsשְׁנֹתֶיךָto the cruel one;לְאַכְזָרִי
lestפֶּןstrangersזָרִיםbe filledיִשְׂבְּעוּwith your strength,כֹּחֶךָandוַyour toilעֲצָבֶיךָgo to the houseבְּבֵיתof a foreigner;נָכְרִי
and you groanוְנָהַמְתָּat your end,בְאַחֲרִיתֶךָwhenבִּyour fleshבְּשָׂרְךָand your bodyוּשְׁאֵרֶךָare consumed,כְלוֹת
and you say,וְאָמַרְתָּ“HowאֵיךְI hatedשָׂנֵאתִיcorrection,מוּסָרandוְmy heartלִבִּיspurnedנָאַץreproof!תוֹכַחַת
AndוְI did notלֹאlistenשָׁמַעְתִּיto the voiceבְּקוֹלof my instructors,מוֹרָיandוְto my teachersלִמְלַמְּדַיI did notלֹאinclineהִטִּיתִיmy ear.אָזְנִי
I almostכִּמְעַטcame to beהָיִיתִיin everyבְכָלevilרָעin the midstבְּתוֹךְof the assemblyקָהָלand the community.”וְעֵדָה
Drinkשְׁתֵהwaterמַיִםfrom your own cistern,מִבּוֹרֶךָandוְflowing waterנֹזְלִיםfrom the midstמִתּוֹךְof your own well.בְּאֵרֶךָ
Should your springsיָפוּצוּ מַעְיְנֹתֶיךָbe scatteredיָפוּצוּoutside,חוּצָהstreamsפַּלְגֵיof waterמָיִםin the squares?בָּרְחֹבוֹת
Let them beיִהְיוּfor yourselfלְךָalone,לְבַדֶּךָandוְnotאֵיןfor strangersלְזָרִיםwith you.אִתָּךְ
Let your fountainיְהִי מְקוֹרְךָbeיְהִיblessed,בָרוּךְandוּrejoiceשְׂמַחin the wifeמֵאֵשֶׁתof your youth,נְעוּרֶךָ
a lovingאֲהָבִיםdoeאַיֶּלֶתandוְa gracefulחֵןmountain goat;יַעֲלַתlet her breastsדַּדֶּיהָsatisfy youיְרַוֻּךָat allבְכָלtimes;עֵתin her loveבְּאַהֲבָתָהּmay you be lostתִּשְׁגֶּהalways.תָמִיד
Andוְwhyלָמָּהwould you be lost,תִשְׁגֶּהmy son,בְנִיwith a strange woman,בְזָרָהandוּembraceתְחַבֵּקthe bosomחֵקof a foreign woman?נָכְרִיָּה
Forכִּיbeforeנֹכַחthe eyesעֵינֵיof YHWHיְהוָהare the waysדַּרְכֵיof a man,אִישׁandוְallכָלhis tracksמַעְגְּלֹתָיוhe levels.מְפַלֵּס
His own iniquitiesעַווֹנוֹתָיוwill catchיִלְכְּדֻנוֹthe wicked,הָרָשָׁעandוּin the cordsבְחַבְלֵיof his sinחַטָּאתוֹhe will be held fast.יִתָּמֵךְ
Heהוּאwill dieיָמוּתfor lackבְּאֵיןof correction,מוּסָרandוּin the greatnessבְרֹבof his follyאִוַּלְתּוֹhe will be lost.יִשְׁגֶּה