3 For, with sweet droppings, drip the lips of her that is a stranger, and, smoother than oil, is her mouth;
4 But, the latter end of her, is bitter as wormwood, sharp, as a two-edged sword!
5 Her feet, are going down to death,on hades, will her steps take firm hold.
6 Lest, the path of life, she should ponder, her tracks have wandered she knoweth not .