Brenton(i)
3 for honey drops from the lips of a harlot, who for a season pleases thy palate:
4 but afterwards thou wilt find her more bitter than gall, and sharper than a two-edged sword.
5 For the feet of folly lead those who deal with her down to the grave with death; and her steps are not established.
6 For she goes not upon the paths of life; but her ways are slippery, and not easily known.
7 Now then, my son, hear me, and make not my words of none effect.
8 Remove thy way far from her; draw not near to the doors of her house:
9 lest thou give away thy life to others, and thy substance to the merciless:
10 lest strangers be filled with thy strength, and thy labours come into the houses of strangers;
11 And thou repent at last, when the flesh of thy body is consumed,