25Let thy father and thy mother be glad, and 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; and an alien woman is a narrow pit.
28She also lieth in wait as a robber, and increaseth the faithless among men.
29Who crieth: 'Woe'? who: 'Alas'? who hath contentions? who hath raving? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
30They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to try mixed wine.
31Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the cup, when it glideth down smoothly;
32At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like a basilisk.
33Thine eyes shall behold strange things, and thy heart shall utter confused things.