Woman Folly is noisy; she's stupid and doesn't even know it.
She sits at the doorway of her house, on a seat at the city heights.
She invites those who pass by on the path, those going straight on their way.
"Whoever is naive, come in here," she says to those who lack sense.
"Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is pleasant."
But they don't know that the dead are there; her guests are in the depths of the grave.a