1. My son! to my wisdom give attention, To mine understanding incline thine ear,
2. To observe thoughtfulness, And knowledge do thy lips keep.
3. For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil [is] her mouth,
4. And her latter end [is] bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword [with] mouths.
5. Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
6. The path of life--lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths--thou knowest not.
7. And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.
8. Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,
9. Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce,
10. Lest strangers be filled [with] thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,