NSB(i)
3 The lips of an immoral woman drip as a honeycomb. Her mouth is smoother than oil.
4 But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two edged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death. Her steps take hold of the grave.
6 She does not ponder the path of life. Her unstable ways she does not know.
7 Hear me now my son. Do not depart from the words of my mouth.
8 Keep far away from her. Do not go near the door of her house.
9 You will give your honor (majesty) to others and your years to the cruel one.
10 Strangers will be filled with your financial strength. Strangers will benefit from your hard work.
11 You mourn at last, when your flesh and your body are consumed.
12 You say: »How I have hated instruction! My heart despised reproof.
13 »I did not obey the voice of my teachers. I did not listen to my instructors!
14 »I was very near total ruin in the midst of the congregation.«