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[1] My son, attend unto my wisdom; Incline thine ear to my understanding:

[2] That thou mayest preserve discretion, And that thy lips may keep knowledge.

[3] For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil:

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

[5] Her feet go down to death; Her steps take hold on Sheol;

[6] So that she findeth not the level path of life: Her ways are unstable, and she knoweth it not.

[7] Now therefore, my sons, hearken unto me, And depart not from the words of my mouth.

[8] Remove thy way far from her, And come not nigh the door of her house;

[9] Lest thou give thine honor unto others, And thy years unto the cruel;

[10] Lest strangers be filled with thy strength, And thy labors be in the house of an alien,

[11] And thou mourn at thy latter end, When thy flesh and thy body are consumed,

[12] And say, How have I hated instruction, And my heart despised reproof;

[13] Neither have I obeyed the voice of my teachers, Nor inclined mine ear to them that instructed me!

[14] I was well-nigh in all evil In the midst of the assembly and congregation.

[15] Drink waters out of thine own cistern, And running waters out of thine own well.

[16] Should thy springs be dispersed abroad, And streams of water in the streets?

[17] Let them be for thyself alone, And not for strangers with thee.

[18] Let thy fountain be blessed; And rejoice in the wife of thy youth.

[19] As a loving hind and a pleasant doe, Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love.

[20] For why shouldest thou, my son, be ravished with a strange woman, And embrace the bosom of a foreigner?

[21] For the ways of man are before the eyes of Jehovah; And he maketh level all his paths.

[22] His own iniquities shall take the wicked, And he shall be holden with the cords of his sin.

[23] He shall die for lack of instruction; And in the greatness of his folly he shall go astray.

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