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 .