1My son, pay attention to my wisdom; incline your ear to my insight,
2that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge.
3Though the lips of the forbidden woman drip honey and her speech is smoother than oil,
4in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a double-edged sword.
5Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to Sheol.
6She does not consider the path of life; she does not know that her ways are unstable.
7So now, my sons, listen to me, and do not turn aside from the words of my mouth.
8Keep your path far from her; do not go near the door of her house,
9lest you concede your vigor to others, and your years to one who is cruel;
10lest strangers feast on your wealth, and your labors enrich the house of a foreigner.
11At the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are spent,
12and you will say, “How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof!
13I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my mentors.
14I am on the brink of utter ruin in the midst of the whole assembly.”