1. My son, listen to my wisdom; Incline your ear to my understanding,
2. So as to watch over discretion, And your lips guard knowledge.
3. For the lips of a strange woman drip honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil;
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 lay hold of the grave.
6. She does not consider the path of life; Her ways are unstable – you do not know it.
7. So now, listen to me, you children, And do not turn away from the words of my mouth.
8. Keep your way far from her, And do not come near the door of her house,
9. Lest you give your splendour to others, And your years to one who is cruel;
10. Lest strangers be filled with your strength, And your labours go to the house of a foreigner.