She regardeth not the path of life, so unsteadfast are her ways, that thou canst not know them.

Hear me therefore, O my son, and depart not from the words of my mouth.

Keep thy way far from her, and come not nigh the doors of her house:

That other men be not filled with thy goods, and that thy labours come not in a strange house.

That thou give not thine honour unto another, and thy years to the cruel;

Yea, that thou mourn not at the last, when thou hast spent thy body and goods,

My son, give heed unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my prudence:

For every man's ways are open in the sight of the LORD, and he pondereth all their goings.

and then say, "Alas, why hated I nurture? Why did my heart despise correction?

Wherefore was not I obedient unto the voice of my teachers, and hearken not unto them that informed me?

For the lips of a harlot are a dropping honeycomb, and her throat is softer than oil.

I am come almost into all misfortune, in the midst of the multitude and congregation."

The wickedness of the ungodly shall catch himself, and with the snares of his own sins shall he be trapped.

Let her be as the loving hind, and pleasant roe: let her breasts alway satisfy thee, and hold thee ever content with her love.

Because he would not be reformed, he shall die: and for his great foolishness he shall be destroyed.

but let them be only thine own, and not strangers' with thee.

But at the last she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two edged sword.

Let thy wells flow out abroad, that there may be rivers of water in the streets:

Her feet go down unto death, and her steps pierce through unto hell.

My son, why wilt thou have pleasure in a harlot, and embrace the bosom of another woman?

that thou mayest regard good counsel, and that thy lips may keep nurture.

Let thy well be blessed; and be glad with the wife of thy youth.

Drink of the water of thine own well, and of the rivers that run out of thine own springs.