6 For I gaze from the window of my house, through the lattice,
7 and I see little ones. I consider a frenzied youth,
8 who crosses the street at the corner and close to the way of that house.
9 He steps into shadows, as day becomes evening, into the darkness and gloom of the night.
10 And behold, a woman meets him, dressed like a harlot, prepared to captivate souls: chattering and rambling,
11 unwilling to bear silence, unable to keep her feet at home,
12 now outside, now in the streets, now lying in ambush near the corners.