YLT(i)
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth,
4 And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.
5 Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
6 The path of life—lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths—thou knowest not.
7 And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.
8 Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,