1 My son! Give attention to my wisdom, || Incline your ear to my understanding,

2 To observe thoughtfulness, || And your lips keep knowledge.

3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, || And her mouth [is] smoother than oil,

4 And her latter end [is] bitter as wormwood, || Sharp as a sword [with] mouths.

5 Her feet are going down to death, || Her steps take hold of Sheol.

6 The path of life—lest you ponder, || Her paths have moved—you do not know.

7 And now, you sons, listen to me, || And do not turn from sayings of my mouth.

8 Keep your way far from off her, || And do not come near to the opening of her house,

Proverbs 5:1-8, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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