3For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:4But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a twoedged sword.5Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.6Lest thou shouldest ponder the path of life, her ways are moveable, that thou canst not know them.7Hear me now therefore, O ye children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.8Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house:9Lest thou give thine honour unto others, and thy years unto the cruel:10Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; and thy labours be in the house of a stranger;11And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,