1. My son, attend unto my wisdom; Incline thine ear to my understanding:
2. That thou mayest preserve discretion, And that thy lips may keep knowledge.
3. For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil:
4. But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
5. Her feet go down to death; Her steps take hold on Sheol;
6. So that she findeth not the level path of life: Her ways are unstable, and she knoweth it not.
7. Now therefore, my sons, hearken unto me, And depart not from the words of my mouth.