1 My son, attend to my wisdom,and bow your ear to my understanding,
2 that you may regard discretion,and that your lips may keep knowledge.
3 For the lips of an immoral woman drip 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 of Sheol.
6 She does not ponder the path of life;her ways are unstable, and she does not know it.
7 Hear me now therefore, O children,and do not depart from the words of my mouth.