¹⁹ and she maketh him sleep on her knees, and calleth for a man, and shaveth the seven locks of his head, and beginneth to afflict him, and his power turneth aside from off him;

²⁶ For many `are' the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty `are' all her slain ones.

²⁷ The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!

²¹ She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.

²² He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,

²³ Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.

³³ Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh perverse things.

³⁴ And thou hast been as one lying down in the heart of the sea, And as one lying down on the top of a mast.

²⁶ And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart `is' nets and snares, her hands `are' bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.