^{1 Ref} My son, attend unto my wisdom; Incline thine ear to my understanding:

^{2 Ref} That thou mayest preserve discretion, And that thy lips may keep knowledge.

^{3 Ref} For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil:

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

^{5 Ref} Her feet go down to death; Her steps take hold on Sheol;

^{6 Ref} So that she findeth not the level path of life: Her ways are unstable, `and' she knoweth `it' not.