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;