25. Let your father and your mother rejoice, And let her who bore you exult.
26. My son, give me your heart, And let your eyes watch my ways.
27. For a whore is a deep pit, And a strange woman is a narrow well.
28. She too lies in wait as for a prey, And increases the treacherous among men.
29. Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has complaints? Who feels hurt without cause? Who has redness of eyes?