3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, || And her mouth [is] smoother than oil, 4 And her latter end [is] bitter as wormwood, || Sharp as a sword [with] mouths. 5 Her feet are going down to death, || Her steps take hold of Sheol. 6 The path of life—lest you ponder, || Her paths have moved—you do not know. 7 And now, you sons, listen to me, || And do not turn from sayings of my mouth. 8 Keep your way far from off her, || And do not come near to the opening of her house, 9 Lest you give your splendor to others, || And your years to the fierce,