¹ My son, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my understanding:
² That thou mayest regard discretion, and that thy lips may keep knowledge.
³ For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:
⁴ But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
⁵ Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
⁶ Lest thou shouldest ponder the path of life, her ways are moveable, that thou canst not know them.
⁷ Hear me now therefore, O ye children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.
⁸ Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house:
⁹ Lest thou give thine honour unto others, and thy years unto the cruel:
¹⁰ Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; and thy labours be in the house of a stranger;
¹¹ And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,
¹² And say, How have I hated instruction, and my heart despised reproof;
¹³ And have not obeyed the voice of my teachers, nor inclined mine ear to them that instructed me!
¹⁴ I was almost in all evil in the midst of the congregation and assembly.