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Bible Verses About Harlot
Key Bible Verses
“I have made my peace offerings; today I have paid my vows.
So I came out to meet you; I sought you, and I have found you.
I have decked my bed with coverings, with colored linen from Egypt.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, with aloes, and with cinnamon.
Come, let us take our fill of love till morning. Let us delight in loving caresses!
For my husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.
He took with him a bag of money and will not return till the moon is full.”
With her great persuasion she entices him; with her flattering lips she lures him.
He follows her on impulse, like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer bounding into a trap,
until an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare— not knowing it will cost him his life.
Now, my sons, listen to me, and attend to the words of my mouth.
Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways; do not stray into her paths.
For she has brought many down to death; her slain are many in number.
Her house is the road to Sheol, descending to the chambers of death.
The woman named Folly is loud; she is naive and knows nothing.
She sits at the door of her house, on a seat in the heights of the city,
calling out to those who pass by, who make their paths straight.
“Whoever is simple, let him turn in here!” she says to him who lacks judgment.
“Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is tasty!”
But they do not know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.
At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
“Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”