Proverbs 7
1 My son, keep my words. Lay up my commandments within you.
Na-agbaso okwu m nwa m, nọgide na ya, dokwaa iwu m niile nʼime obi gị.
2 Keep my commandments and live! Guard my teaching as the apple of your eye.
Debe iwu m ka ị dị ndụ, chee ozizi m nche dịka ọ bụ mkpụrụ anya gị.
3 Bind them on your fingers. Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Kee ha na mkpịsịaka gị, deekwa ha nʼelu mbadamba nkume, bụ obi gị.
4 Tell wisdom, “You are my sister.” Call understanding your relative,
Hụ amamihe nʼanya dịka nwaagbọghọ ị hụrụ nʼanya; hụkwa inwe nghọta nʼanya dịka a ga-asị na ọ bụ nwanne gị.
5 that they may keep you from the strange woman, from the foreigner who flatters with her words.
Kwee ka ha debe gị, ka ị ghara ijekwuru nwanyị na-akwa iko, ka ị gharakwa ịṅa ntị nʼokwu ire ụtọ ya.
6 For at the window of my house, I looked out through my lattice.
Nʼihi na otu ụbọchị, esi m na oghereikuku dị nʼụlọ m lepụ anya,
7 I saw among the simple ones. I discerned among the youths a young man void of understanding,
hụ nʼetiti ndị na-enweghị uche, ahụtara m otu nwokorobịa nʼetiti ha, onye amamihe kọrọ,
8 passing through the street near her corner, he went the way to her house,
ka ọ na-aga nʼụzọ dị nso ebe nkuku ụlọ nʼakụkụ ụlọ nwanyị ihere na-adịghị eme,
9 in the twilight, in the evening of the day, in the middle of the night and in the darkness.
nʼoge anyasị, dịka chi na-eji, mgbe ọchịchịrị na-agbachi.
10 Behold, there a woman met him with the attire of a prostitute, and with crafty intent.
Mgbe ahụ, nwanyị ahụ pụtara zute ya. O yi uwe dịka nwanyị akwụna, jiri aghụghọ na-abịakwute ya.
11 She is loud and defiant. Her feet don’t stay in her house.
(Ọ na-eme ụzụ na-aṅaghị ntị ịnụ ihe ọbụla. Ụkwụ ya anaghị anọgide nʼụlọ ya.
12 Now she is in the streets, now in the squares, and lurking at every corner.
Ọ na-akwụgharị ma nʼokporoụzọ ma nʼama; na-amịgharị nʼebe nzuzo niile.)
13 So she caught him, and kissed him. With an impudent face she said to him:
O weere aka ya abụọ jikụọ nwokorobịa ahụ nʼolu, sutu ya ọnụ, were ihu nke ihere na-adịghị, sị:
14 “Sacrifices of peace offerings are with me. Today I have paid my vows.
“Emezuru m nkwa niile m kwere taa, enwekwara m nri nke sitere nʼihe aja udo m chụrụ nʼụlọ m,
15 Therefore I came out to meet you, to diligently seek your face, and I have found you.
Ọ bụ gị ka m na-achọkwute, lee gị ka ị na-abịa.
16 I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry, with striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt.
Agbasaala m akwa mara mma nʼelu ihe ndina m, bụ akwa ọcha mara mma tụrụ ọtụtụ agwa nke e ji ogho ndị Ijipt kpaa.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Efesakwala m mmanụ isi ọma nke máá, aloos na sinamọn nʼelu nʼihe ndina m.
18 Come, let’s take our fill of loving until the morning. Let’s solace ourselves with loving.
Bịa, ka anyị were ịhụnanya ṅụjụbiga afọ anyị; ka anyị mee onwe anyị obi ụtọ site ugbu a ruo ụtụtụ echi.
19 For my husband isn’t at home. He has gone on a long journey.
Nʼihi na di m anọghị nʼụlọ o jeela njem dị anya.
20 He has taken a bag of money with him. He will come home at the full moon.”
O ji akpa ego juru gaa njem, abalị ole na ole ga-agafekwa tupu ọ lọta.”
21 With persuasive words, she led him astray. With the flattering of her lips, she seduced him.
Otu a ka o si jiri okwu ire ụtọ ya megharịa nwokorobịa ahụ isi tutu o kwenyere ya. O nwekwaghị ike ịnapụta onwe ya site nʼokwu nrafu nke nwanyị ahụ.
22 He followed her immediately, as an ox goes to the slaughter, as a fool stepping into a noose.
O sooro nwanyị ahụ dịka ehi a na-adọkpụ na-aga ebe a ga-egbu ya, dịka ele nke na-aba nʼọnya,
23 Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn’t know that it will cost his life.
nke na-eche ka e were àkụ gbata ya nʼobi. Nwoke ahụ dịka nnụnụ nke na-efeba nʼọnya na-amaghị ihe na-eche ya pụrụ iwepụ ndu ya.
24 Now therefore, sons, listen to me. Pay attention to the words of my mouth.
Geenụ ntị, ụmụ m, ma ọ bụghị naanị ige ntị, kama meekwanụ ihe m na-ekwu.
25 Don’t let your heart turn to her ways. Don’t go astray in her paths,
Ekwela ka agụụ nke obi gị chịa gị; ejela nwanyị dị otu a nso; gbaara ya ọsọ, ka ọ ghara ịnwa gị nwetakwa gị.
26 for she has thrown down many wounded. Yes, all her slain are a mighty army.
Nʼihi na o mebiela ndụ ọtụtụ mmadụ, ọtụtụ mmadụ amaala nʼọnya ya.
