26. My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes delight in my ways.
27. For a whore is a deep ditch; and a strange woman is a narrow pit.
28. Yea, she lieth in wait as a robber, and increaseth the treacherous among men.
29. Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath complaining? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
30. They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek out mixed wine.
31. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the cup, when it goeth down smoothly.
32. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
33. Thine eyes shall behold strange things, and thine heart shall utter froward things.