3. For the lips of a strange woman drip 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 lay hold of the grave.
6. She does not consider the path of life; Her ways are unstable – you do not know it.
7. So now, listen to me, you children, And do not turn away from the words of my mouth.
8. Keep your way far from her, And do not come near the door of her house,
9. Lest you give your splendour to others, And your years to one who is cruel;
10. Lest strangers be filled with your strength, And your labours go to the house of a foreigner.
11. Then you shall howl in your latter end, When your flesh and your body are consumed,
12. And shall say, “How I have hated discipline, And my heart has despised reproof!