Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.

Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids.

Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt?

So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.

Take his garment when a stranger hath been surety, And for strangers pledge it.

If thou hast nothing to pay, Why doth he take thy bed from under thee?

Take away dross from silver, And a vessel for the refiner goeth forth,

Take away the wicked before a king, And established in righteousness is his throne.

As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.

Laying hold on the ears of a dog, Is a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.

Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.

An eye that mocketh at a father, And despiseth to obey a mother, Dig it out do ravens of the valley, And eat it do young eagles.