Bible Verses About Temptation

With ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works--cotton of Egypt.

I sprinkled my bed--myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

Come, we are filled with loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.

For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.

A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'

She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.

He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life.

To call to those passing by the way, Who are going straight on their paths.

`Who is simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso lacketh heart--she said to him,

`Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

The righteous searcheth his companion, And the way of the wicked causeth them to err.

The law of the wise is a fountain of life, To turn aside from snares of death.

The fear of Jehovah is a fountain of life, To turn aside from snares of death.

A violent man enticeth his neighbour, And hath causeth him to go in a way not good.

Cease, my son, to hear instruction--To err from sayings of knowledge.

Whoso is causing the upright to err in an evil way, Into his own pit he doth fall, And the perfect do inherit good.

A stedfast man hath multiplied blessings, And whoso is hasting to be rich is not acquitted.

Lest I become satiated, and have denied, And have said, `Who is Jehovah?' And lest I be poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the name of my God.

And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.

Whoso is walking righteously, And is speaking uprightly, Kicking against gain of oppressions, Shaking his hands from taking hold on a bribe, Stopping his ear from hearing of blood, And shutting his eyes from looking on evil,

He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock are his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.

A wild ass accustomed to a wilderness, In the desire of her soul she hath swallowed up wind, Her meeting--who doth turn her back? None seeking her do weary themselves, In her month they find her.

Withhold thy foot from being unshod, And thy throat from thirst, And thou sayest, `It is incurable, No, for I have loved strangers, and after them I go.'

and I put before the sons of the house of the Rechabites goblets full of wine, and cups, and I say unto them, Drink ye wine.