^{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,

^{11 Ref} And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,

^{12 Ref} And hast said, `How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised,

^{13 Ref} And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear.

^{14 Ref} As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company.

^{15 Ref} Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well.