Attend to wisdom; listen to discretion, So your lips preserve the knowledge that is right. The strange woman's words may drip like honey, But her ending cuts like a two-edged sword. Her feet descend toward death and ruin; Her steps refuse the pathway leading home. Keep your road far from her doorway, Lest your honor pass to strangers. Drink the water from your own well. Let your fountain carry joy. Rejoice with the wife of your youth, Delighted in the love you share. Why be captured by forbidden pleasure, Held within the arms of one unknown? Every human way is seen by God; Our own iniquity becomes a cord. The wicked dies without instruction, Lost within the greatness of his folly.