1. My son, attend unto my wisdom, incline thine ear to my understanding;
2. that thou mayest keep reflection, and that thy lips may preserve knowledge.
3. For the lips of the strange woman drop honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil;
4. but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
5. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on Sheol.
6. Lest she should ponder the path of life, her ways wander, she knoweth not whither.