JuliaSmith(i)
3 For the lips of the strange woman will drop droppings of the honeycomb, and her palate is smooth above oil:
4 And her latter state being bitter as wormwood; sharp as a two-mouthed sword.
5 Her feet go down to death; her steps will hold fast to hades.
6 Lest thou shalt make level the path of life, her tracks wavered; thou wilt not know.
7 And now, ye sons, hear to me, and ye shall not depart from the words of my mouth.
8 Remove far off from her thy way, and thou shalt not draw near to the door of her house:
9 Lest thou shalt give thy strength to others, and thy years to the cruel:
10 Lest strangers shall be filled with thy strength, and thy labors in the house of strangers;
11 And thou didst lament in thy latter state, in the consuming of thy flesh and thy fulness,
12 And thou saidst, How did I hate instruction, and my heart despise reproofs
13 And I heard not to the voice of him teaching me, and I inclined not mine ear to him instructing me.