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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.