Keep my words and store my laws within you; Guard them as the apple of your eye. Write them on the tablet of your heart; Call wisdom sister, understanding friend. From the window I observed the simple, Young and lacking judgment in the night. He passed near the corner of temptation, Walking straight toward danger in the dark. She met him dressed to capture and to flatter, Bold and restless, never staying home. With smooth speech she promised stolen pleasure; He followed like an ox led to the slaughter. Do not let your heart turn toward her pathways. Do not wander where her footsteps go. Many strong ones fell beneath her promise; Her house is the way down to the grave.