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| | Pro 7:1 | My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you.
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| | Pro 7:2 | Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
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| | Pro 7:3 | Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.
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| | Pro 7:4 | Say to wisdom, "You are my sister," and call understanding your kinsman;
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| | Pro 7:5 | they will keep you from the adulteress, from the wayward wife with her seductive words.
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| | Pro 7:6 | At the window of my house I looked out through the lattice.
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| | Pro 7:7 | I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who lacked judgment.
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| | Pro 7:8 | He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house
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| | Pro 7:9 | at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in.
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| | Pro 7:10 | Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent.
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| | Pro 7:11 | (She is loud and defiant, her feet never stay at home;
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| | Pro 7:12 | now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks.)
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| | Pro 7:13 | She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said:
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| | Pro 7:14 | "I have fellowship offerings at home; today I fulfilled my vows.
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| | Pro 7:15 | So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you!
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| | Pro 7:16 | I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt.
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| | Pro 7:17 | I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
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| | Pro 7:18 | Come, let's drink deep of love till morning; let's enjoy ourselves with love!
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| | Pro 7:19 | My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.
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| | Pro 7:20 | He took his purse filled with money and will not be home till full moon."
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| | Pro 7:21 | With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk.
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| | Pro 7:22 | All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose
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| | Pro 7:23 | till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life.
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| | Pro 7:24 | Now then, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to what I say.
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| | Pro 7:25 | Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths.
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| | Pro 7:26 | Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng.
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| | Pro 7:27 | Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death.
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