Jason Silver

Lyrics

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction
Do not forsake your mother’s teaching
They are a garland to grace your head
And a chain to adorn your neck.

My son,
If sinful men entice you,
Do not give in to them.
If they say,
“Let’s lie in wait for blood,
Ambush some harmless soul;

Let’s swallow them alive, like the grave,
Like those who go down to the pit;
We'll get all sorts of valuable things
And fill our houses with plunder;
Cast lots with us;
We will share in the loot”

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction
Do not forsake your mother’s teaching.
They are a garland to grace your head
And a chain to adorn your neck.

My son,
Don't go along with them,
Don't set foot in their paths;
For their feet,
Their feet rush into evil
They are swift to shed blood.

No use to set a net in sight of the bird!
These men lie in wait for their own;
They ambush only themselves! Such are
The paths of all who go after
Ill-gotten gain;
For it takes away life

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction
Do not forsake your mother’s teaching.
They are a garland to grace your head
And a chain to adorn your neck.

Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

Released 2020