3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil,4 but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a cleaver;5 her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on Sheol;6 lest you should ponder the path of life, her paths are unstable; you cannot know them.7 Therefore hear me now, O children, 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;