25Let thy father and thy mother have joy; Yea, let her that bore thee rejoice!
26My son, give me thy heart, And let thine eyes observe my ways!
27For a harlot is a deep ditch; Yea, a strange woman is a narrow pit.
28Like a robber she lieth in wait, And increaseth the treacherous among men.
29Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who contentions? Who anxiety? Who wounds without cause? Who dimness of eyes?
30They that tarry long at the wine; They that go in to seek mixed wine.
31Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, When it sparkleth in the cup, When it goeth down smoothly.
32At the last it biteth like a serpent, And stingeth like an adder.
33Thine eyes will look upon strange women, And thy heart will utter perverse things.