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?
30. Those staying long at the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.