Geneva(i)
3 For the lippes of a strange woman drop as an honie combe, and her mouth is more soft then oyle.
4 But the end of her is bitter as wormewood, and sharpe as a two edged sworde.
5 Her feete goe downe to death, and her steps take holde on hell.
6 She weigheth not the way of life: her paths are moueable: thou canst not knowe them.
7 Heare yee me nowe therefore, O children, and depart not from the wordes of my mouth.
8 Keepe thy way farre from her, and come not neere the doore of her house,
9 Least thou giue thine honor vnto others, and thy yeeres to the cruell:
10 Least the stranger should be silled with thy strength, and thy labours bee in the house of a stranger,
11 And thou mourne at thine end, (when thou hast consumed thy flesh and thy bodie)
12 And say, How haue I hated instruction, and mine heart despised correction!
13 And haue not obeied the voyce of them that taught mee, nor enclined mine eare to them that instructed me!
14 I was almost brought into all euil in ye mids of the Congregation and assemblie.