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 you children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.8 Remove your way far from her, and come not near the door of her house:9 Lest you give your honor to others, and your years to the cruel: