¹⁸ Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; Let us solace ourselves with loves.

^{19 Ref} For the man is not at home; He is gone a long journey:

^{20 Ref} He hath taken a bag of money with him; He will come home at the full moon.

^{21 Ref} With her much fair speech she causeth him to yield; With the flattering of her lips she forceth him along.

^{22 Ref} He goeth after her straightway, As an ox goeth to the slaughter, Or as `one in' fetters to the correction of the fool;

^{23 Ref} Till an arrow strike through his liver; As a bird hasteth to the snare, And knoweth not that it is for his life.

^{24 Ref} Now therefore, `my' sons, hearken unto me, And attend to the words of my mouth.

^{25 Ref} Let not thy heart decline to her ways; Go not astray in her paths.

^{26 Ref} For she hath cast down many wounded: Yea, all her slain are a mighty host.

^{27 Ref} Her house is the way to Sheol, Going down to the chambers of death.