Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction, And do not ignore your mother’s teaching;
For they are a graceful wreath for your head And necklaces for your neck.
My son, if sinners entice you, Do not consent.
If they say, 'Come with us, Let’s lie in wait for blood, Let’s ambush the innocent without cause;
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: