What The Bible Says
What If I Stumble
Proverbs, chapter seven speaks to the men foolish enough to seek out a harlot. I have added a few words to the passage and adopted it to our modern day internet surfer, seeking pewnography when no one is looking (he thinks.) As Christians we often forget who is also watching when we think we are alone and delve into the addictive sin of pewnography. Enjoy as you read but consider the truth expressed in the extra added words.
For at the Microsoft window of my house
I looked through my browser lattice,
And saw among the simple,
I perceived among the youths,
A young man devoid of understanding,
Passing along the street, browsing near her corner domain;
And he took the Internet path to her house
In the twilight, in the evening,
In the black and dark night.
And there a graphic of a woman met him,
With the attire of a harlot, and a crafty heart.
She was loud and rebellious,
Her feet would not stay at home.
At times she was outside, at times in the open square,
Lurking at every corner.
So he imagined she caught him and kissed him;
With an impudent face he imagined she said to him:
“I have peace offerings with me;
Today I have paid my vows with money from your clicks.
So I came out to meet your mouse clicks,
Diligently to seek your face,
And I have found you hiding.
I have spread my bed with tapestry of filthy graphics,
Colored coverings of worldly Egyptian linen.
I have perfumed my bed
With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon thanks to your clicks.
Come, let us take and take and take our fill of love until morning;
Let us delight ourselves with love at your expense.
For my husband is not at home; where is your wife?
He has gone on a long journey;
He has taken a bag of money with him from your clicks,
And will come home on the appointed day.”
With her enticing speech she caused him to yield,
With her flattering lips she seduced him.
With a single click he Immediately he went after her, as an ox goes to the slaughter,
Or as a fool like you would be, to the correction of the stocks,
Till an arrow struck his liver.
As a bird hastens to the snare,
He did not know it would cost his life.
Now therefore, listen to me, my children;
Pay attention 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 cast down many wounded,
And all who were slain by her were strong men.
Her house is the way to hell,
Descending to the chambers of death.