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.