^{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,