Sing Bible Truth - Proverbs 7 (Words Of Wisdom) Soundtrack

My son keep my words and lay up
My commandments with thee
Keep my commandments and live;
And my law as the apple of thine eye

Bind them upon thy fingers write them
Upon the table of thine heart
Say unto wisdom Thou art my sister;
And call understanding thy kinswoman:

That they may keep thee from the strange woman
From the stranger which flattereth with her words
For at the window of my house I looked
Through my casement

And beheld among the simple ones
I discerned among the youths a young man
Void of understanding
Passing through the street near her corner;

And he went the way to her house
In the twilight in the evening
In the black and dark night:
And behold there met him a woman

With the attire of an harlot
And subtil of heart
(She is loud and stubborn;
Her feet abide not in her house:

Now is she without now in the streets
And lieth in wait at every corner)
So she caught him and kissed him
And with an impudent face said unto him

I have peace offerings with me;
This day have I payed my vows
Therefore came I forth to meet thee
Diligently to seek thy face and I have found thee

I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry
With carved works with fine linen of Egypt
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh
Aloes and cinnamon

Come let us take our fill of love
Until the morning: let us solace
Ourselves with loves For the goodman
Is not at home he is gone a long journey:

He hath taken a bag of money with him
And will come home at the day appointed
With her much fair speech she caused him to yield
With the flattering of her lips she forced him

He goeth after her straightway
As an ox goeth to the slaughter
Or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
Till a dart strike through his liver;

As a bird hasteth to the snare
And knoweth not that it is for his life
Hearken unto me now therefore O ye children
And attend to the words of my mouth

Let not thine heart decline to her ways
Go not astray in her paths
For she hath cast down many wounded:
Yea many strong men have been slain by her
Her house is the way to hell
Going down to the chambers of death

Written by:
Rhona Bossa

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