My son,בְּנִיkeepשְׁמֹרmy sayings,אֲמָרָיandוּtreasure upתִּצְפֹּןmy commandmentsמִצְוֺתַיwith you.אִתָּךְ
Keepשְׁמֹרmy commandmentsמִצְוֺתַיand live,וֶחְיֵהandוְmy instructionתוֹרָתִיlike the pupilכְּאִישׁוֹןof your eye.עֵינֶיךָ
Bind themקָשְׁרֵםonעַלyour fingers;אֶצְבְּעֹתֶיךָwrite themכָּתְבֵםonעַלthe tabletלוּחַof your heart.לִבֶּךָ
Sayאֱמֹרto wisdom,לַחָכְמָה“Youאָתְּare my sister,”אֲחֹתִיandוּcallתִקְרָאunderstandingלַבִּינָה“kinsman,”מֹדָע
so that they may keep youלִשְׁמָרְךָfrom the strangeזָרָהwoman,מֵאִשָּׁהfrom the foreign womanמִנָּכְרִיָּהwho makes smoothהֶחֱלִיקָהher sayings.אֲמָרֶיהָ
Forכִּיat the windowבְּחַלּוֹןof my house,בֵּיתִיthroughבְּעַדmy lattice,אֶשְׁנַבִּיI looked out,נִשְׁקָפְתִּי
and I sawוָאֵרֶאamong the simple,בַפְּתָאיִםI discernedאָבִינָהamong the youths,בַבָּנִיםa young manנַעַרlackingחֲסַרsense,לֵב
passingעֹבֵרthrough the streetבַּשּׁוּקnearאֵצֶלher corner,פִּנָּהּandוְon the wayדֶרֶךְto her houseבֵּיתָהּhe marched,יִצְעָד
in the twilight,בְּנֶשֶׁףin the eveningבְּעֶרֶבof the day,יוֹםin the blacknessבְּאִישׁוֹןof nightלַיְלָהandוַdeep darkness.אֲפֵלָה
Andוְlook,הִנֵּהa womanאִשָּׁהcomes to meet him,לִקְרָאתוֹin the attireשִׁיתof a prostituteזוֹנָהandוּwith a guardedנְצֻרַתheart.לֵב
Sheהִיאis noisyהֹמִיָּהandוְstubborn;סֹרָרֶתin her houseבְּבֵיתָהּher feetרַגְלֶיהָdo notלֹאstay;יִשְׁכְּנוּ
nowפַּעַםin the street,בַּחוּץnowפַּעַםin the squares,בָּרְחֹבוֹתandוְbesideאֵצֶלeveryכָּלcornerפִּנָּהshe lies in wait.תֶאֱרֹב
And she seizesוְהֶחֱזִיקָהhimבּוֹandוְkissesנָשְׁקָהhim;לּוֹshe makes boldהֵעֵזָהher faceפָנֶיהָandוַsaysתֹּאמַרto him:לוֹ
“Sacrificesזִבְחֵיof peaceשְׁלָמִיםwere upon me;עָלָיtodayהַיּוֹםI have paidשִׁלַּמְתִּיmy vows.נְדָרָי
That is whyעַל כֵּןI came outיָצָאתִיto meet you,לִקְרָאתֶךָto seek eagerlyלְשַׁחֵרyour face,פָּנֶיךָandוָI have found you.אֶמְצָאֶךָּ
With coveringsמַרְבַדִּיםI have spreadרָבַדְתִּיmy couch,עַרְשִׂיwith colored fabricsחֲטֻבוֹתof linenאֵטוּןof Egypt.מִצְרָיִם
I have sprinkledנַפְתִּיmy bedמִשְׁכָּבִיwith myrrh,מֹרaloes,אֲהָלִיםandוְcinnamon.קִנָּמוֹן
Come,לְכָהlet us drink our fillנִרְוֶהof loveדֹדִיםuntilעַדthe morning;הַבֹּקֶרlet us delight ourselvesנִתְעַלְּסָהwith caresses.בָּאֳהָבִים
Forכִּיthe manהָאִישׁis notאֵיןin his house;בְּבֵיתוֹhe has goneהָלַךְon a journeyבְּדֶרֶךְfar away.מֵרָחוֹק
The bagצְרוֹרof moneyהַכֶּסֶףhe tookלָקַחin his hand;בְּיָדוֹon the dayלְיוֹםof the full moonהַכֵּסֶאhe will comeיָבֹאhome.”בֵיתוֹ
She turns him asideהִטַּתּוּwith the greatnessבְּרֹבof her teaching;לִקְחָהּwith the smoothnessבְּחֵלֶקof her lipsשְׂפָתֶיהָshe drags him along.תַּדִּיחֶנּוּ
He goesהוֹלֵךְafter herאַחֲרֶיהָsuddenly,פִּתְאֹםas an oxכְּשׁוֹרtoאֶלthe slaughterטָבַחgoes,יָבוֹאandוּas one in fettersכְעֶכֶסtoאֶלthe correctionמוּסַרgoes the fool,אֱוִיל
untilעַדan arrowחֵץpiercesיְפַלַּחhis liver;כְּבֵדוֹas a birdכְּ צִפּוֹרhurriesמַהֵרtoאֶלthe snare,פָּחandוְdoes notלֹאknowיָדַעthatכִּיhis soulבְנַפְשׁוֹis at stake in it.הוּא
Andוְnow,עַתָּהsons,בָנִיםlistenשִׁמְעוּto me,לִיandוְbe attentiveהַקְשִׁיבוּto the sayingsלְאִמְרֵיof my mouth.פִי
Let notאַלyour heartלִבֶּךָturn asideיֵשְׂטְtoאֶלher ways;דְּרָכֶיהָdo notאַלstrayתֵּתַעinto her paths.בִּנְתִיבוֹתֶיהָ
Forכִּיmanyרַבִּיםwoundedחֲלָלִיםshe has brought down,הִפִּילָהandוַnumerousעֲצֻמִיםare allכָּלthose she has killed.הֲרֻגֶיהָ
Her houseבֵּיתָהּis the waysדַּרְכֵיto Sheol,שְׁאוֹלgoing downיֹרְדוֹתtoאֶלthe chambersחַדְרֵיof death.מָוֶת