15. My son, do not go along with them, keep your foot from their path—
16. for their feet run to evil and they are swift to shed blood.
17. Surely it is useless to spread a net in the eyes of all winged creatures!
18. But they lie in wait for their own blood. They ambush their own lives.
19. Such is the fate of all gaining by violence. It takes the life of its possessor.
20. Wisdom calls aloud in the streets, she raises her voice in public squares.
21. She cries out above the commotion. At the entrances of the city gates, she utters her speech: