3 For the lips of a strange woman drop [as] an honeycomb, and her mouth [is] smoother than oil:

4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.

5 Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

6 Lest youi should ponder the path of life, her ways are moveable, [that] youi cannot know [them].

7 Hear me now therefore, O you2f children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.

8 Remove youi way far from her, and come not near the door of her house:

9 Lest youi give youi honour unto others, and youi years unto the cruel: