3 For honey is dropping from the lips of the strange woman, and her mouth is smoother than oil;4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, and sharp as a two-edged sword;5 Her feet go down to death, and her steps to the underworld;6 She never keeps her mind on the road of life; her ways are uncertain, she has no knowledge.7 Give ear to me then, my sons, and do not put away my words from you.8 Go far away from her, do not come near the door of her house;9 For fear that you may give your honour to others, and your wealth to strange men: