Thomson(i)
3 for honey droppeth from the lips of a harlot, which for a while pleaseth thy palate;
4 but in the end thou wilt find it bitterer than gall, and sharper than a two edged sword.
5 For the feet of folly lead them, who indulge themselves with her, down with death to the mansion of the dead. Her steps indeed are not established,
6 for she walketh not in the ways of life. Her paths are slippery and not easily known.
7 Now therefore, my son, hearken to me and slight not my words.
8 Remove thy way far from her, go not near the doors of her house;
9 That thou mayst not give thy life to others, and thy substance to the cruel:
10 that strangers may not be filled with thy wealth, and thy labours go into the houses of strangers,
11 and thou at last be grieved. When the flesh of thy body is consumed,