3Truly, the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil;
4But her end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
5Her feet go down to death; Her steps lay hold of the under-world.
6That she may not ponder the way of life, Her paths waver when she heedeth it not.
7Hear me now, therefore, O children! And turn not away from the words of my mouth!
8Remove thy way far from her. And come not nigh the door of her house:
9Lest thou give thy bloom to others, And thy years to a cruel one;