LITV(i)
3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her palate is sweeter than oil,
4 but afterwards, she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a sword of mouths;
5 her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell,
6 lest you should meditate on the path of life, her tracks are movable, you cannot know them.
7 Then hear me now, O sons, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.
8 Remove your ways far from her, and do not come near to the door of her house,