She does not ponder the path of life;
Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.

Now then, my sons, listen to me
And do not depart from the words of my mouth.

Keep your way far from her
And do not go near the door of her house,

And strangers will be filled with your strength
And your hard-earned goods will go to the house of an alien;

Or you will give your vigor to others
And your years to the cruel one;

And you groan at your final end,
When your flesh and your body are consumed;

My son, give attention to my wisdom,
Incline your ear to my understanding;

For the ways of a man are before the eyes of the Lord,
And He watches all his paths.

And you say, “How I have hated instruction!
And my heart spurned reproof!

“I have not listened to the voice of my teachers,
Nor inclined my ear to my instructors!

For the lips of an adulteress drip honey
And smoother than oil is her speech;

“I was almost in utter ruin
In the midst of the assembly and congregation.”

His own iniquities will capture the wicked,
And he will be held with the cords of his sin.

As a loving hind and a graceful doe,
Let her breasts satisfy you at all times;
Be exhilarated always with her love.

He will die for lack of instruction,
And in the greatness of his folly he will go astray.

Let them be yours alone
And not for strangers with you.

But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,
Sharp as a two-edged sword.

Should your springs be dispersed abroad,
Streams of water in the streets?

Her feet go down to death,
Her steps take hold of Sheol.

For why should you, my son, be exhilarated with an adulteress
And embrace the bosom of a foreigner?

That you may observe discretion
And your lips may reserve knowledge.

Let your fountain be blessed,
And rejoice in the wife of your youth.

Drink water from your own cistern
And fresh water from your own well.