3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil 'is' her mouth,
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.
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