3For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth,
4And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.
5Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
6The path of life — lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths — thou knowest not.
7And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.