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.

7 Now then, my sons, listen to me

And do not turn away from the words of my mouth.

8 Keep your way far from her,

And do not go near the door of her house,

9 Otherwise you will give your vigor to others,

And your years to the cruel one;