MKJV(i)
3 For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, and her palate is smoother than oil;
4 but afterward she is as bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
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 And now hear me, O sons, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.
8 Remove your ways far from her, and do not come near the door of her house,
9 lest you give your honor to others and your years to the cruel;
10 that strangers not be filled with your strength, and your labors be in the house of a stranger;
11 and you moan when your end comes, when your flesh and muscle are eaten away,
12 and say, How I have hated instruction, and my heart despised correction;
13 and I have not obeyed the voice of my teachers, nor bowed down my ears to those who taught me!