1 My son, pay attention to my wisdom;
¹Lend your ear to my understanding, ‡

2 That you may¹ preserve discretion,
And your lips ^amay keep knowledge. ‡

3 ^aFor the lips of¹ an immoral woman drip honey,
And her mouth is ^bsmoother 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,
^aHer steps lay hold of¹ hell. ‡