3. For the lips of an adulteress drip honey And smoother than oil is her speech;
4. But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
5. Her feet go down to death, Her steps take hold of Sheol.
6. She does not ponder the path of life; Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.
7. Now then, my sons, listen to me And do not depart from the words of my mouth.