^{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 an adulteress drip honey. Her mouth is smoother than oil,

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

^{5 Ref} Her feet go down to death. Her steps lead straight to Sheol.

^{6 Ref} She gives no thought to the way of life. Her ways are crooked, and she doesn't know it.

^{7 Ref} Now therefore, my sons, listen to me. Don't depart from the words of my mouth.

^{8 Ref} Remove your way far from her. Don't come near the door of her house,

^{9 Ref} Lest you give your honor to others, And your years to the cruel one;

^{10 Ref} Lest strangers feast on your wealth, And your labors enrich another man's house.