ECB(i)
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,