3 Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.
4 Say to wisdom, “you are my sister,” and you shall call insight, “intimate friend.”
5 In order to guard yourself from an adulteress, from the foreigner who makes her words smooth.
6 For at the window of my house, through my lattice, I looked down.
7 And I saw among the simple, I observed among the youth, a young man lacking sense,
8 passing on the street at her corner, and he takes the road to her house,
9 at twilight, at the day’s evening, in the midst of night and the darkness.