### Young's Literal Translation

Proverbs 4

## The Proverbs

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| # Chapter 5
| My son! to my wisdom give attention, To mine understanding incline thine ear,
| To observe thoughtfulness, And knowledge do thy lips keep.
| For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil [is] her mouth,
| And her latter end [is] bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword [with] mouths.
| Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
| The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
| And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.
| Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,
| Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce,
| Lest strangers be filled [with] thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,
| And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,
| And hast said, 'How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised,
| And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear.
| As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company.
| Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well.
| Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.
| Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee.
| Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth,
| A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.
| And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
| For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.
| His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.
| He dieth without instruction, And in the abundance of his folly magnifieth himself!

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