26. My son, give me thy heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.
27. For a whore is a deep ditch; and a strange woman is a narrow pit.
28. She also lieth in wait as a robber, and increaseth the treacherous among men.
29. Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who contentions? Who complaining? Who wounds without cause? Who redness of eyes?
30. --They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to try mixed wine.
31. Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it sparkleth in the cup, and goeth down smoothly: