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

^{4 Ref} And her latter end `is' bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword `with' mouths.

^{5 Ref} Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.

^{6 Ref} The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.

^{7 Ref} And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.

^{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.

^{3 Ref} For honey is dropping from the lips of the strange woman, and her mouth is smoother than oil;

^{4 Ref} But her end is bitter as wormwood, and sharp as a two-edged sword;

^{5 Ref} Her feet go down to death, and her steps to the underworld;

^{6 Ref} She never keeps her mind on the road of life; her ways are uncertain, she has no knowledge.

^{7 Ref} Give ear to me then, my sons, and do not put away my words from you.