LITV(i)
3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her palate is sweeter than oil,
4 but afterwards, she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a sword of mouths;
5 her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell,
6 lest you should meditate on the path of life, her tracks are movable, you cannot know them.
7 Then hear me now, O sons, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.
8 Remove your ways far from her, and do not come near to the door of her house,
9 lest you give your honor to others, and your years to the cruel;
10 that strangers not be filled with your strength, and your labors be in the house of an alien,
11 and you moan when your end comes, when your flesh and muscle are eaten away;
12 and say, How I have hated instruction, and my heart despised correction;
13 and I have not bowed to the voice of my teachers, nor bowed my ears to those instructing me.
14 I was almost in all evil in the midst of the congregation and assembly.