1 My son, keep my words, and hide with thee my commandments. 2 My son, honour the Lord, and thou shalt be strong; and fear none but him: keep my commandments, and thou shalt live; and keep my words as the pupils of thine eyes. 3 And bind them on thy fingers, and write them on the table of thine heart.
4 Say that wisdom is thy sister, and gain prudence as an acquaintance for thyself; 5 that she may keep thee from the strange and wicked woman, if she should assail thee with flattering words.
6 For she looks from a window out of her house into the streets, at one whom she may see of the senseless ones, a young man void of understanding, 7 passing by the corner in the passages near her house, 8 and speaking, in the dark of the evening, 9 when there happens to be the stillness of night and of darkness: