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Bible Verses About Harlot
Key Bible Verses
"I had to offer peace sacrifices, and I fulfilled my vows today.
This is why I came out to meet you, to look for you; now I've found you.
I've spread quilts on my couch made of colored Egyptian linen.
I've perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
Come on, let's make love till morning; we'll enjoy making love.
My husband isn't at home, he's gone on a long trip;
he took a bag of money with him and won't be back till the moon is full."
With all her sweet talk she convinces him, enticing him with her seductive words.
At once he follows her like an ox on its way to be slaughtered; like a fool to be punished in the stocks;
or like a bird rushing into a trap, not knowing its life is at stake till an arrow pierces its liver.
So now, children, listen to me; pay attention to what I am saying.
Don't let your heart turn to her ways; don't stray onto her paths.
For many are those she has struck down dead, numerous those she has killed.
Her house is the way to Sh'ol; it leads down to the halls of death.
The foolish woman is coarse; she doesn't think, and she doesn't know a thing.
She sits at the door of her house or on a seat at the heights of the city,
calling to those who pass by, to those going straight along their ways,
"Whoever is unsure of himself, turn in here!"To someone weak-willed she says,
"Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is pleasant."
But he doesn't realize that the dead are there, and that those who accept her invitation are in the depths of Sh'ol.
When that day comes, Tzor will be forgotten for seventy years, the lifetime of a king. After seventy years, its fate will be the same as that of the prostitute in this song:
"Take a lyre, walk the city, you poor, forgotten whore! Play sweetly, sing all your songs, so that they will remember you!"