Let’s swallow them alive like Sheol, Even whole, like those who go down to the pit;
We will find all kinds
of precious wealth, We will fill our houses with plunder;
Throw in your lot with us; We will all have one money bag,'
My son, do not walk on the way with them. Keep your feet from their path,
For their feet run to evil, And they are quick to shed blood.
Indeed, it is useless to spread the baited
net In the sight of any bird;
But they lie in wait for their own blood; They ambush their own lives.
Such are the ways of everyone who makes unjust gain; It takes away the life of its possessors.
Wisdom shouts in the street, She raises her voice in the public square;
At the head of the noisy streets
she cries out; At the entrance of the gates in the city she declares her sayings:
'How long, you naive ones, will you love simplistic thinking? And how long will
scoffers delight themselves in scoffing And fools hate knowledge?
Turn to my rebuke, Behold, I will pour out my spirit on you; I will make my words known to you.
Because I called and you refused, I stretched out my hand and no one paid attention;
And you neglected all my advice And did not want my rebuke;
I will also laugh at your disaster; I will mock when your dread comes,
When your dread comes like a storm And your disaster comes like a whirlwind, When distress and anguish come upon you.
Then they will call on me, but I will not answer; They will seek me diligently but will not find me,