1 My son, attend unto my wisdom;
2 That thou mayest preserve discretion,
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey,
4 But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,
5 Her feet go down to death;
6 So that she findeth not the level path of life:
7 Now therefore,
8 Remove thy way far from her,
9 Lest thou give thine honor unto others,
10 Lest strangers be filled with thy strength,
11 And thou mourn at thy latter end,
12 And say, How have I hated instruction,
13 Neither have I obeyed the voice of my teachers,
14 I was well-nigh in all evil
15 Drink waters out of thine own cistern,
16 Should thy springs be dispersed abroad,
17 Let them be for thyself alone,
18 Let thy fountain be blessed;
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20 For why shouldest thou, my son, be ravished with a strange woman,
21 For the ways of man are before the eyes of Jehovah;
22 His own iniquities shall take the wicked,
23 He shall die for lack of instruction;