At once he follows her like an ox on its way to be slaughtered; like a fool to be punished in the stocks;
or like a bird rushing into a trap, not knowing its life is at stake till an arrow pierces its liver.
So now, children, listen to me; pay attention to what I am saying.
Don't let your heart turn to her ways; don't stray onto her paths.
For many are those she has struck down dead, numerous those she has killed.
Her house is the way to Sh'ol; it leads down to the halls of death.