1 My son, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my understanding:
2 that thou mayest regard discretion,and that thy lips may keep knowledge.
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop as a honeycomb,and her mouth is smoother than oil:
4 but her end is bitter as wormwood,sharp as a two-edged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death;her steps take hold on hell.