3 For the lips of an *5:3 Lit strange womanadulteress drip honey,

And her *5:3 Lit palatespeech is smoother than oil;

4 But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,

Sharp as a two-edged sword.

5 Her feet go down to death,

Her steps take hold of Sheol.

6 * 5:6 Lit That she not watch She does not ponder the path of life;

Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.