26Give, my son, thy heart to me, And let thine eyes watch my ways.
27For a harlot is a deep ditch, And a strange woman is a strait pit.
28She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.
29Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?