25Let thy father, and thy mother be joyful, and let her rejoice that bore thee.
26My son, give me thy heart: and let thy eyes keep my ways.
27For a harlot is a deep ditch: and a strange woman is a narrow pit.
28She lieth in wait in the way as a robber, and him whom she shall see unwary, she will kill.
29Who hath woe? whose father hath woe? who hath contentions? who falls into pits? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
30Surely they that pass their time in wine, and study to drink of their cups.
31Look not upon the wine when it is yellow, when the colour thereof shineth in the glass: it goeth in pleasantly,
32But in the end, it will bite like a snake, and will spread abroad poison like a basilisk.