3 Bind it upon thy fingers, write it upon the tables of thy heart.
4 Say to wisdom: Thou art my sister: and call prudence thy friend,
5 That she may keep thee from the woman that is not thine, and from the stranger who sweeteneth her words.
6 For I look out of the window of my house through the lattice,
7 And I see little ones, I behold a foolish young man,
8 Who passeth through the street by the corner, and goeth nigh the way of her house.
9 In the dark, when it grows late, in the darkness and obscurity of the night,