Proverbs 7
27 verses · Hebrew with nikud, English alongside · tap 🔊 to hear a verse
בְּ֭נִי שְׁמֹ֣ר אֲמָרָ֑י וּ֝מִצְוֺתַ֗י תִּצְפֹּ֥ן אִתָּֽךְ׃
beni shemor amaray umitsvotay titspon ittakh
My son, heed my words; And store up my commandments with you.
שְׁמֹ֣ר מִצְוֺתַ֣י וֶחְיֵ֑ה וְ֝תוֹרָתִ֗י כְּאִישׁ֥וֹן עֵינֶֽיךָ׃
shemor mitsvotay vekhyeh vetorati ke'ishon enekha
Keep my commandments and live, My teaching, as the apple of your eye—
קׇשְׁרֵ֥ם עַל־אֶצְבְּעֹתֶ֑יךָ כׇּ֝תְבֵ֗ם עַל־ל֥וּחַ לִבֶּֽךָ׃
qoshrem al-etsbe'otekha kotvem al-luakh libbekha
Bind them on your fingers, Write them on the tablet of your mind.
אֱמֹ֣ר לַ֭חׇכְמָה אֲחֹ֣תִי אָ֑תְּ וּ֝מֹדָ֗ע לַבִּינָ֥ה תִקְרָֽא׃
emor lakhokhmah akhoti at umoda labbinah tiqra
Say to Wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call Understanding a kinswoman.
לִ֭שְׁמׇרְךָ מֵאִשָּׁ֣ה זָרָ֑ה מִ֝נׇּכְרִיָּ֗ה אֲמָרֶ֥יהָ הֶחֱלִֽיקָה׃
lishmorkha me'isha zarah minnokhriyyah amareha hekheliqah
She will guard you from a forbidden woman; From an alien woman whose talk is smooth.
כִּ֭י בְּחַלּ֣וֹן בֵּיתִ֑י בְּעַ֖ד אֶשְׁנַבִּ֣י נִשְׁקָֽפְתִּי׃
ki bekhallon beti be'ad eshnabbi nishqafeti
From the window of my house, Through my lattice, I looked out
וָאֵ֤רֶא בַפְּתָאיִ֗ם אָ֘בִ֤ינָה בַבָּנִ֗ים נַ֣עַר חֲסַר־לֵֽב׃
va'ere vappetayim avinah vabbanim na'ar khasar-lev
And saw among the simple, Noticed among the youths, A young man devoid of sense.
עֹבֵ֣ר בַּ֭שּׁוּק אֵ֣צֶל פִּנָּ֑הּ וְדֶ֖רֶךְ בֵּיתָ֣הּ יִצְעָֽד׃
over bashuq etsel pinnah vederekh betah yitsad
He was crossing the street near her corner, Walking toward her house
בְּנֶֽשֶׁף־בְּעֶ֥רֶב י֑וֹם בְּאִישׁ֥וֹן לַ֝֗יְלָה וַאֲפֵלָֽה׃
beneshef-be'erev yom be'ishon laylah va'afelah
In the dusk of evening, In the dark hours of night.
וְהִנֵּ֣ה אִ֭שָּׁה לִקְרָאת֑וֹ שִׁ֥ית ז֝וֹנָ֗ה וּנְצֻ֥רַת לֵֽב׃
vehinneh isha liqrato shit zonah unetsurat lev
A woman comes toward him Dressed like a streetwalker, with set purpose.
הֹמִיָּ֣ה הִ֣יא וְסֹרָ֑רֶת בְּ֝בֵיתָ֗הּ לֹא־יִשְׁכְּנ֥וּ רַגְלֶֽיהָ׃
homiyyah hi vesoraret bevetah lo-yishkenu ragleha
She is bustling and restive; She is never at home.
פַּ֤עַם ׀ בַּח֗וּץ פַּ֥עַם בָּרְחֹב֑וֹת וְאֵ֖צֶל כׇּל־פִּנָּ֣ה תֶאֱרֹֽב׃
pa'am bakhuts pa'am barekhovot ve'etsel kol-pinnah te'erov
Now in the street, now in the square, She lurks at every corner.
וְהֶחֱזִ֣יקָה בּ֭וֹ וְנָ֣שְׁקָה לּ֑וֹ הֵעֵ֥זָה פָ֝נֶ֗יהָ וַתֹּ֣אמַר לֽוֹ׃
vehekheziqah bo venasheqah lo he'ezah faneha vattomar lo
She lays hold of him and kisses him. Brazenly she says to him,
זִבְחֵ֣י שְׁלָמִ֣ים עָלָ֑י הַ֝יּ֗וֹם שִׁלַּ֥מְתִּי נְדָרָֽי׃
zivkhe shelamim alay hayyom shillamti nedaray
“I had to make a sacrifice of well-being; Today I fulfilled my vows.
עַל־כֵּ֭ן יָצָ֣אתִי לִקְרָאתֶ֑ךָ לְשַׁחֵ֥ר פָּ֝נֶ֗יךָ וָאֶמְצָאֶֽךָּ׃
al-ken yatsati liqratekha leshakher panekha va'emtsa'ekka
Therefore I have come out to you, Seeking you, and have found you.
מַ֭רְבַדִּים רָבַ֣דְתִּי עַרְשִׂ֑י חֲ֝טֻב֗וֹת אֵט֥וּן מִצְרָֽיִם׃
marvaddim ravadti arsi khatuvot etun mitsrayim
I have decked my couch with covers Of dyed Egyptian linen;
נַ֥פְתִּי מִשְׁכָּבִ֑י מֹ֥ר אֲ֝הָלִ֗ים וְקִנָּמֽוֹן׃
nafti mishkavi mor ahalim veqinnamon
I have sprinkled my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
לְכָ֤ה נִרְוֶ֣ה דֹ֭דִים עַד־הַבֹּ֑קֶר נִ֝תְעַלְּסָ֗ה בׇּאֳהָבִֽים׃
lekhah nirveh dodim ad-habboqer nitallesah bo'ohavim
Let us drink our fill of love till morning; Let us delight in amorous embrace.
כִּ֤י אֵ֣ין הָאִ֣ישׁ בְּבֵית֑וֹ הָ֝לַ֗ךְ בְּדֶ֣רֶךְ מֵרָחֽוֹק׃
ki en ha'ish beveto halakh bederekh merakhoq
For the man of the house is away; He is off on a distant journey.
צְֽרוֹר־הַ֭כֶּסֶף לָקַ֣ח בְּיָד֑וֹ לְי֥וֹם הַ֝כֵּ֗סֶא יָבֹ֥א בֵיתֽוֹ׃
tseror-hakkesef laqakh beyado leyom hakkese yavo veto
He took his bag of money with him And will return only at mid-month.”
הִ֭טַּתּוּ בְּרֹ֣ב לִקְחָ֑הּ בְּחֵ֥לֶק שְׂ֝פָתֶ֗יהָ תַּדִּיחֶֽנּוּ׃
hittattu berov liqkhah bekheleq sefateha taddikhennu
She sways him with her eloquence, Turns him aside with her smooth talk.
ה֤וֹלֵ֥ךְ אַחֲרֶ֗יהָ פִּ֫תְאֹ֥ם כְּ֭שׁוֹר אֶל־טֶ֣בַח יָבֹ֑א וּ֝כְעֶ֗כֶס אֶל־מוּסַ֥ר אֱוִֽיל׃
holekh akhareha pitom keshor el-tevakh yavo ukhe'ekhes el-musar evil
Thoughtlessly he follows her, Like an ox going to the slaughter, Like a fool to the stocks for punishment—
עַ֤ד יְפַלַּ֪ח חֵ֡ץ כְּֽבֵד֗וֹ כְּמַהֵ֣ר צִפּ֣וֹר אֶל־פָּ֑ח וְלֹא־יָ֝דַ֗ע כִּֽי־בְנַפְשׁ֥וֹ הֽוּא׃
ad yefallakh khets kevedo kemaher tsippor el-pakh velo-yada ki-venafsho hu
Until the arrow pierces his liver. He is like a bird rushing into a trap, Not knowing his life is at stake.
וְעַתָּ֣ה בָ֭נִים שִׁמְעוּ־לִ֑י וְ֝הַקְשִׁ֗יבוּ לְאִמְרֵי־פִֽי׃
ve'attah vanim shimu-li vehaqshivu le'imre-fi
Now, sons, listen to me; Pay attention to my words;
אַל־יֵ֣שְׂטְ אֶל־דְּרָכֶ֣יהָ לִבֶּ֑ךָ אַל־תֵּ֝֗תַע בִּנְתִיבוֹתֶֽיהָ׃
al-yest el-derakheha libbekha al-teta bintivoteha
Let your mind not wander down her ways; Do not stray onto her paths.
כִּֽי־רַבִּ֣ים חֲלָלִ֣ים הִפִּ֑ילָה וַ֝עֲצֻמִ֗ים כׇּל־הֲרֻגֶֽיהָ׃
ki-rabbim khalalim hippilah va'atsumim kol-harugeha
For many are those she has struck dead, And numerous are her victims.
דַּרְכֵ֣י שְׁא֣וֹל בֵּיתָ֑הּ יֹ֝רְד֗וֹת אֶל־חַדְרֵי־מָֽוֶת׃ {פ}
darkhe she'ol betah yoredot el-khadre-mavet
Her house is a highway to Sheol Leading down to Death’s inner chambers.
Hebrew text and English translation from Sefaria, under their Creative Commons licence.
Yaacov, native Jerusalemite
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