1 My son, hearken unto my wisdom, and incline thine ear unto my [a]knowledge,
2 That thou mayest regard counsel, and thy lips observe knowledge.
3 For the lips [b]of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is more soft than [c]oil.
4 But the end of her is bitter as wormwood, and sharp as a two-edged sword.
5 Her [d]feet go down to death, and her steps take hold on hell.
6 She weigheth not the way of life: [e]her paths are moveable: thou canst not know them.
7 Hear ye me now therefore, O children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.