3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil [is] her mouth,

4 And her latter end [is] bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword [with] mouths.

5 Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.

6 The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.

7 And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.

8 Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,

9 Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce,