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,
10 And behold a woman meeteth him in harlot's attire prepared to deceive souls; talkative and wandering,
11 Not bearing to be quiet, not able to abide still at home,
12 Now abroad, now in the streets, now lying in wait near the corners.