3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her palate [is] smoother than oil;
4 but afterward she [is as] 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 meditate on the path of life, her tracks are movable; you cannot know [them].
7 And now hear me, O sons, 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;