^{3 Ref} For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil:

^{4 Ref} But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.

^{5 Ref} Her feet go down to death; Her steps take hold on Sheol;

^{6 Ref} So that she findeth not the level path of life: Her ways are unstable, `and' she knoweth `it' not.

^{7 Ref} Now therefore, `my' sons, hearken unto me, And depart not from the words of my mouth.