1-My son, pay attention to my wisdom;
Lend your ear to my understanding,
2-That you may preserve discretion,
And your lips may keep knowledge.
3-For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey,
And 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 lay hold of hell.
6-Lest you ponder her path of life–
Her ways are unstable;
You do not know them.