1 My son, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my intelligence;
2 that thou may keep council and that thy lips may conserve knowledge.
3 For the lips of the strange woman drop as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil,
4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a twoedged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death, her steps uphold Sheol,