3 For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:

4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.

5 Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

6 Lest you should ponder the path of life, her ways are moveable, that you can not know them.

7 Hear me now therefore, O all of you children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.

8 Remove your way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house:

9 Lest you give yours honour unto others, and your years unto the cruel: