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,
11. And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,
12. And hast said, `How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised,
13. And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear.
14. As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company.
15. Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well.
16. Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.