1. My son, give attention to my wisdom, Incline your ear to my understanding;
2. That you may observe discretion And your lips may reserve knowledge.
3. For the lips of an adulteress drip honey And smoother than oil is her speech;
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 of Sheol.
6. She does not ponder the path of life; Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.
7. Now then, my sons, listen to me And do not depart from the words of my mouth.
8. Keep your way far from her And do not go near the door of her house,
9. Or you will give your vigor to others And your years to the cruel one;
10. And strangers will be filled with your strength And your hard-earned goods will go to the house of an alien;