Avoiding Immorality
My son, attend to my wisdom; incline your ear to my insight,
to keep discretion, and that your lips may guard knowledge.
For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her palate is smoother than oil,
but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold of Sheol.
Lest she weigh the path of life, her tracks wander and she does not know it.
And now, sons, listen to me, and do not turn aside from the sayings of my mouth.
Keep your way far from her, and do not come near the opening of her house,
lest you give your splendor to others, and your years to a cruel one;
lest strangers be filled with your strength, and your labors be in the house of a foreigner;
and you groan at your end, when your flesh and your body are consumed,
and you say, “How I hated discipline, and my heart spurned rebuke!
And I did not listen to the voice of my teachers, and did not incline my ear to those who taught me.
I was almost in every evil, in the midst of the assembly and the congregation.”
Drink water from your own cistern, and flowing water from the midst of your own well.
Should your springs be scattered abroad, streams of water in the open places?
Let them be yours alone, and not for strangers with you.
Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth —
a loving doe, a graceful mountain goat. Let her breasts satisfy you at every time; in her love may you reel always.
And why should you reel, my son, with a strange woman, and embrace the bosom of a foreign woman?
For the ways of a man are before the eyes of the LORD, and he weighs all his tracks.
His own iniquities will capture him, the wicked man, and he will be held by the cords of his sin.
He will die for lack of discipline, and in the greatness of his folly he will reel.