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,
6 lest thou should ponder the path of life, her ways are unstable; thou shalt not know them.
7 Hear me now therefore, O ye sons, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.