^{27 Ref} For a harlot `is' a deep ditch, And a strange woman `is' a strait pit.

^{28 Ref} She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.

^{29 Ref} Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?

^{30 Ref} Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.

^{31 Ref} See not wine when it showeth itself red, When it giveth in the cup its colour, It goeth up and down through the upright.

^{32 Ref} Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.

^{33 Ref} Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh perverse things.

^{34 Ref} 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.

^{35 Ref} `They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'