ECB(i)
3 for the lips of a stranger drip as a honeycomb and her palate is smoother than ointment:
4 but her finality is bitter as wormwood sharp as a sword of mouths:
5 her feet descend to death; her paces hold on to sheol:
6 lest you weigh the path of life her routes drift so that you know them not.
7 Hear me now, O you sons, and turn not aside from the sayings of my mouth:
8 remove your way far from her and come not near the portal of her house;
9 lest you give your honor to others and your years to the cruel:
10 lest strangers satiate with your produce; and your contorting be in the house of a stranger:
11 and you growl at the finality when your flesh and your meat finish off,
12 and say, How I hated discipline and my heart scorned reproof:
13 and I neither obeyed the voice of my teachers nor spread my ear to them who taught me:
14 I was almost in all evil midst the congregation and witness.