3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil;
4 But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death, Her steps lay hold of the grave.
6 She does not consider the path of life; Her ways are unstable – you do not know it.
7 So now, listen to me, you children, And do not turn away from the words of my mouth.
8 Keep your way far from her, And do not come near the door of her house,
9 Lest you give your splendour to others, And your years to one who is cruel;