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My son, attend unto my wisdom,
and bow thine ear to my intelligence;
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that thou may keep council and
that thy lips may conserve knowledge.
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For the lips of the strange
woman drop
as a honeycomb, and her mouth
is smoother than oil,
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But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a twoedged sword.
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Her feet go down to death, her steps uphold Sheol,
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lest thou should ponder the path of life, her ways are unstable; thou shalt not know them.
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Hear me now therefore, O ye sons, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.
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Remove thy way far from her, and do not come near the door of her house,
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lest thou give thine honour unto others and thy years unto the cruel,