3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil,

4 but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a cleaver;

5 her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on Sheol;

6 lest you should ponder the path of life, her paths are unstable; you cannot know them.

7 Therefore hear me now, O children, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.

8 Remove your ways far from her, and do not come near the door of her house,

9 lest you give your honor to others, and your years to the cruel;