For the lips of an adulteress drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil;14
but in the end she is bitter as gall,2 sharp as a double-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave.a36
She gives no thought to the way of life; her paths are crooked, but she knows it not.47
Now then, my sons, listen5 to me; do not turn aside from what I say.
Keep to a path far from her,6 do not go near the door of her house,
lest you give your best strength to others and your years to one who is cruel,
lest strangers feast on your wealth and your toil enrich another man's house.711
At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent.
You will say, "How I hated discipline! How my heart spurned correction!813
I would not obey my teachers or listen to my instructors.
I have come to the brink of utter ruin9 in the midst of the whole assembly."1015
Drink water from your own cistern, running water from your own well.
Should your springs overflow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?
Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.
May your fountain11 be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.1219
A loving doe, a graceful deer13-- may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be captivated by her love.
Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress? Why embrace the bosom of another man's wife?
For a man's ways are in full view14 of the LORD, and he examines15 all his paths.1622
The evil deeds of a wicked man ensnare him;17 the cords of his sin hold him fast.18