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| Transitory Joy |
| Proverbs 7 The Wiles of the Harlot | |
| 1 | My son, keep my words |
| And treasure my commandments within you. | |
| 2 | Keep my commandments and live, |
| And my teaching as the apple of your eye. | |
| 3 | Bind them on your fingers; |
| Write them on the tablet of your heart. | |
| 4 | Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” |
| And call understanding your intimate friend; | |
| 5 | That they may keep you from an adulteress, |
| From the foreigner who flatters with her words. | |
| 6 | For at the window of my house |
| I looked out through my lattice, | |
| 7 | And I saw among the naive, |
| And discerned among the youths | |
| A young man lacking sense, | |
| 8 | Passing through the street near her corner; |
| And he takes the way to her house, | |
| 9 | In the twilight, in the evening, |
| In the middle of the night and in the darkness. | |
| 10 | And behold, a woman comes to meet him, |
| Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. | |
| 11 | She is boisterous and rebellious, |
| Her feet do not remain at home; | |
| 12 | She is now in the streets, now in the squares, |
| And lurks by every corner. | |
| 13 | So she seizes him and kisses him |
| And with a brazen face she says to him: | |
| 14 | “I was due to offer peace offerings; |
| Today I have paid my vows. | |
| 15 | “Therefore I have come out to meet you, |
| To seek your presence earnestly, and I have found you. | |
| 16 | “I have spread my couch with coverings, |
| With colored linens of Egypt. | |
| 17 | “I have sprinkled my bed |
| With myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. | |
| 18 | “Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning; |
| Let us delight ourselves with caresses. | |
| 19 | “For my husband is not at home, |
| He has gone on a long journey; | |
| 20 | He has taken a bag of money with him, |
| At the full moon he will come home.” | |
| 21 | With her many persuasions she entices him; |
| With her flattering lips she seduces him. | |
| 22 | Suddenly he follows her |
| As an ox goes to the slaughter, | |
| Or as one in fetters to the discipline of a fool, | |
| 23 | Until an arrow pierces through his liver; |
| As a bird hastens to the snare, | |
| So he does not know that it will cost him his life. | |
| 24 | Now therefore, my sons, listen to me, |
| And pay attention to the words of my mouth. | |
| 25 | Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways, |
| Do not stray into her paths. | |
| 26 | For many are the victims she has cast down, |
| And numerous are all her slain. | |
| 27 | Her house is the way to Sheol, |
| Descending to the chambers of death. | |
The Flies and the Honey Pot
Æsop
A Jar of Honey chanced to spill
Its contents on the window-sill
In many a viscous pool and rill.
The Flies, attracted by the sweet,
Began so greedily to eat,
They smeared their fragile wings and feet.
With many a twitch and pull in vain
They gasped to get away again,
And died in aromatic pain.
Moral
O foolish creatures that destroy
Themselves for transitory joy.
by David
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