1 My son, to my wisdom be attentive,to understanding incline your ear,
2 That you may act discreetly,and your lips guard what you know.
3 Indeed, the lips of the stranger drip honey,and her mouth is smoother than oil;
4 But in the end she is as bitter as wormwood,as sharp as a two-edged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death,her steps reach Sheol;
6 Her paths ramble, you know not where,lest you see before you the road to life.