Wycliffe - Proverbs - 7

7:1  Mi sone, kepe thou my wordis; and kepe myn heestis to thee. Sone, onoure thou the Lord, and thou schalt be `myyti; but outakun hym drede thou not an alien.

7:2  Kepe thou myn heestis, and thou schalt lyue; and my lawe as the appil of thin iyen.

7:3  Bynde thou it in thi fyngris; write thou it in the tablis of thin herte.

7:4  Seie thou to wisdom, Thou art my sistir; and clepe thou prudence thi frendesse.

7:5  That it kepe thee fro a straunge womman; and fro an alien womman, that makith hir wordis swete.

7:6  For whi fro the wyndow of myn hous bi the latijs Y bihelde; and Y se litle children.

7:7  I biholde a yong man coward,

7:8  that passith bi the stretis, bisidis the corner; and he

7:9  goith niy the weie of hir hous in derk tyme, whanne the dai drawith to niyt, in the derknessis and myst of the nyyt.

7:10  And lo! a womman, maad redi with ournement of an hoore to disseyue soulis, meetith hym, and sche is a ianglere, and goynge about,

7:11  and vnpacient of reste, and mai not stonde in the hous with hir feet;

7:12  and now without forth, now in stretis, now bisidis corneris sche `aspieth.

7:13  And sche takith, and kissith the yong man; and flaterith with wowynge cheer, and seith, Y ouyte sacrifices for heelthe;

7:14  to dai Y haue yolde my vowis.

7:15  Therfor Y yede out in to thi meetyng, and Y desiride to se thee; and Y haue founde thee.

7:16  Y haue maad my bed with coordis, Y haue arayed with tapetis peyntid of Egipt;

7:17  Y haue bispreynt my bed with myrre, and aloes, and canel.

7:18  Come thou, be we fillid with tetis, and vse we collyngis that ben coueitid; til the dai bigynne to be cleer.

7:19  For myn hosebonde is not in his hows; he is goon a ful long weie.

7:20  He took with hym a bagge of money; he schal turne ayen in to his hous in the dai of ful moone.

7:21  Sche boonde hym with many wordis; and sche drow forth hym with flateryngis of lippis.

7:22  Anoon he as an oxe led to slayn sacrifice sueth hir, and as a ioli lomb and vnkunnynge; and the fool woot not, that he is drawun to bondys,

7:23  til an arowe perse his mawe. As if a brid hastith to the snare; and woot not, that it is don of the perel of his lijf.

7:24  Now therfor, my sone, here thou me; and perseyue the wordis of my mouth.

7:25  Lest thi soule be drawun awei in the weies of hir; nether be thou disseyued in the pathis of hir.

7:26  For sche castide doun many woundid men; and alle strongeste men weren slayn of hir.

7:27  The weies of helle is hir hous; and persen in to ynnere thingis of deeth.