3For the lips of a harlot are like a honeycomb dropping, and her throat is smoother than oil.
4But her end is bitter as wormwood, and sharp as a two-edged sword.
5Her feet go down into death, and her steps go in as far as hell.
6They walk not by the path of life, her steps are wandering, and unaccountable.
7Now therefore, my son, hear me, and depart not from the words of my mouth.
8Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the doors of her house.
9Give not thy honour to strangers, and thy years to the cruel.
10Lest strangers be filled with thy strength, and thy labours be in another man’s house,
11And thou mourn it the last, when thou shalt have spent thy flesh and thy body, and say:
12Why have I hated instruction, and my heart consented not to reproof,
13And have not heard the voice of them that taught me, and have not inclined my ear to masters?
14I have almost been in all evil, in the midst of the church and of the congregation.
15Drink water out of thy own cistern, and the streams of thy own well:
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Proverbs 5
Proverbs 5:3-15