1. My son, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my intelligence;
2. that thou may keep council and that thy lips may conserve knowledge.
3. For the lips of the strange woman drop as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil,
4. But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a twoedged sword.
5. Her feet go down to death, her steps uphold Sheol,
6. lest thou should ponder the path of life, her ways are unstable; thou shalt not know them.