Proverbs 5
1 My son, pay attention to my wisdom; incline your ear to my insight,
Mærk dig, min Søn, min Visdom, bøj til min Indsigt dit Øre,
2 that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge.
at Kløgt maa vaage øver dig, Læbernes Kundskab vare paa dig.
3 Though the lips of the forbidden woman drip honey and her speech is smoother than oil,
Thi af Honning drypper den fremmedes Læber, glattere end Olie er hendes Gane;
4 in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a double-edged sword.
men til sidst er hun besk som Malurt, hvas som tveægget Sværd;
hendes Fødder styrer nedad mod Døden, til Dødsriget stunder hendes Fjed; (Sheol h7585)
6 She does not consider the path of life; she does not know that her ways are unstable.
hun følger ej Livets Vej, hendes Spor er bugtet, hun ved det ikke.
7 So now, my sons, listen to me, and do not turn aside from the words of my mouth.
Hør mig da nu, min Søn, vig ikke fra min Munds Ord!
8 Keep your path far from her; do not go near the door of her house,
Lad din Vej være langt fra hende, kom ej hendes Husdør nær,
9 lest you concede your vigor to others, and your years to one who is cruel;
at du ikke maa give andre din Ære, en grusom Mand dine Aar.
10 lest strangers feast on your wealth, and your labors enrich the house of a foreigner.
at ikke dit Gods skal mætte fremmede, din Vinding ende i Andenmands Hus,
11 At the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are spent,
saa du gribes af Anger til sidst, naar dit Kød og Huld svinder hen,
12 and you will say, “How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof!
og du siger: »Ak, at jeg hadede Tugt, at mit Hjerte lod haant om Revselse,
13 I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my mentors.
saa jeg ikke lød mine Læreres Røst, ej bøjed mit Øre til dem, som lærte mig!
14 I am on the brink of utter ruin in the midst of the whole assembly.”
Nær var jeg kommet i alskens Ulykke midt i Forsamling og Menighed!«
15 Drink water from your own cistern, and running water from your own well.
Drik Vand af din egen Cisterne og rindende Vand af din Brønd;
16 Why should your springs flow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?
lad ej dine Kilder flyde paa Gaden, ej dine Bække paa Torvene!
17 Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.
Dig skal de tilhøre, dig alene, ingen fremmed ved Siden af dig!
18 May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth:
Velsignet være dit Væld, og glæd dig ved din Ungdoms Hustru,
19 A loving doe, a graceful fawn— may her breasts satisfy you always; may you be captivated by her love forever.
den elskelige Hind, den yndige Gazel; hendes Elskov fryde dig stedse, berus dig altid i hendes Kærlighed!
20 Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress, or embrace the bosom of a stranger?
Hvi beruser du dig, min Søn, i en fremmed og tager en andens Hustru i Favn?
21 For a man’s ways are before the eyes of the LORD, and the LORD examines all his paths.
Thi for HERRENS Øjne er Menneskets Veje, grant følger han alle dets Spor;
22 The iniquities of a wicked man entrap him; the cords of his sin entangle him.
den gudløse fanges af egen Brøde og holdes fast i Syndens Reb;
23 He dies for lack of discipline, led astray by his own great folly.
han dør af Mangel paa Tugt, gaar til ved sin store Daarskab.
