17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us solace ourselves with loves.
19 For the husband is not at home; he is gone a long journey:
20 He has taken a bag of money with him and will come home at the appointed feast day.
21 With her much fair speech she caused him to yield; with the flattering of her lips she persuaded him.
22 He went after her straightway, as an ox goes to the slaughter or as a fool to the correction of the stocks,
23 until the arrow pierces through his liver. He is as a bird struggling in the snare and not knowing that it is against his own life.