Proverbs 7
1 My son! Keep my sayings, And lay up my commands with you.
Min Søn, vogt dig mine Ord, mine bud må du gemme hos dig;
2 Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of your eye.
vogt mine bud, så skal du leve, som din Øjesten vogte du, hvad jeg har lært dig;
3 Bind them on your fingers, Write them on the tablet of your heart.
bind dem om dine Fingre, skriv dem på dit Hjertes Tavle,
4 Say to wisdom, “You [are] my sister.” And cry to understanding, “Relative!”
sig til Visdommen: "Du er min Søster!" og kald Forstanden Veninde,
5 To preserve you from a strange woman, From a stranger who has made her sayings smooth.
at den må vogte dig for Andenmands Hustru, en fremmed Kvinde med sleske Ord.
6 For at a window of my house, I have looked out through my casement,
Thi fra mit Vindue skued jeg ud, jeg kigged igennem mit Gitter;
7 And I see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
og blandt de tankeløse så jeg en Yngling, en uden Vid blev jeg var blandt de unge;
8 Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he steps,
han gik på Gaden tæt ved et Hjørne, skred frem på Vej til hendes Hus
9 In the twilight—in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
i Skumringen henimod Aften, da Nat og Mørke brød frem.
10 And behold, a woman to meet him—(A harlot’s dress, and watchful of heart,
Og se, da møder Kvinden ham i Skøgedragt, underfundig i Hjertet;
11 She [is] noisy, and stubborn, her feet do not rest in her house.
løssluppen, ustyrlig er hun, hjemme fandt hendes Fødder ej Ro;
12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And she lies in wait near every corner)—
snart på Gader, snart på Torve, ved hvert et Hjørne lurer hun; -
13 And she laid hold on him and kissed him, She has hardened her face and says to him,
hun griber i ham og kysser ham og siger med frække Miner;
14 “Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, Today I have completed my vows.
"Jeg er et Takoffer skyldig og indfrier mit Løfte i Dag,
15 Therefore I have come forth to meet you, To earnestly seek your face, and I find you.
gik derfor ud for at møde dig, søge dig, og nu har jeg fundet dig!
16 I decked my bed [with] ornamental coverings, Carved works—cotton of Egypt.
Jeg har redt mit Leje med Tæpper, med broget ægyptisk Lærred
17 I sprinkled my bed [with] myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
jeg har stænket min Seng med Myrra, med Aloe og med Kanelbark;
18 Come, we are filled [with] love until the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
kom, lad os svælge til Daggry i Vellyst, beruse os i Elskovs Lyst!
19 For the man is not in his house, He has gone on a long journey.
Thi Manden er ikke hjemme, - på Langfærd er han draget;
20 He has taken a bag of money in his hand, At the day of the new moon he comes to his house.”
Pengepungen tog han med, ved Fuldmåne kommer han hjem!"
21 She turns him aside with the abundance of her speech, She forces him with the flattery of her lips.
Hun lokked ham med mange fagre Ord, forførte ham med sleske Læber;
22 He is going after her straight away, he comes as an ox to the slaughter, And as a chain to the discipline of a fool,
tankeløst følger han hende som en Tyr, der føres til Slagtning, som en Hjort, der løber i Nettet,
23 Until an arrow splits his liver, As a bird has hurried to a snare, And has not known that it [is] for its life.
til en Pil gennemborer dens Lever, som en Fugl, der falder i Snaren, uden at vide, det gælder dens Liv.
24 And now, you sons, listen to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.
Hør mig da nu, min Søn, og lyt til min Munds Ord!
25 Do not let your heart turn to her ways, Do not wander in her paths,
Ej bøje du Hjertet til hendes Veje, far ikke vild på hendes Stier;
26 For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty [are] all her slain ones.
thi mange ligger slagne, hvem hun har fældet, og stor er Hoben, som hun slog ihjel.
