My son, be attentive to my wisdom, incline your ear to my understanding;
that you may keep discretion, and your lips may guard knowledge.
For the lips of a loose woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil;
but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps follow the path to Sheol;
she does not take heed to the path of life; her ways wander, and she does not know it.