Proverbs 5

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.