^{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.

^{8 Ref} Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,

^{9 Ref} Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce,

^{10 Ref} Lest strangers be filled `with' thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,

^{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.

^{8 Ref} Remove thy way far from her, And come not nigh the door of her house;

^{9 Ref} Lest thou give thine honor unto others, And thy years unto the cruel;

^{10 Ref} Lest strangers be filled with thy strength, And thy labors `be' in the house of an alien,