¶ For the lips of a strange woman drop as an hony combe, and her mouth is smoother then oyle.
4 But her end is bitter as wormewood, sharpe as a two edged sword.
5 Her feete goe downe to death: her steps take hold on hell.
6 Lest thou shouldest ponder the path of life, her wayes are moveable, that thou canst not know them.
7 Heare me now therefore, O yee children: & depart not from the words of my mouth.
8 Remove thy way farre from her, and come not nie the doore of her house:
9 Lest thou give thine honour onto others, and thy yeeres onto the cruell:
10 Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth, and thy labors be in the house of a stranger,
11 And thou mourne at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,
12 And say, How have I hated instruction, and my heart despised reproofe?
13 And have not obeyed the voyce of my teachers, nor inclined mine eare to them that instructed me?
14 I was almost in all evill, in the midst of the congregation & assembly.
15 ¶ Drinke waters out of thine owne cisterne, and running waters out of thine owne well.
16 Let thy fountaines bee dispersed abroad, and rivers of waters in the streets.
17 Let them be onely thine owne, and not strangers with thee.
18 Let thy fountaine be blessed: and rejoyce with the wife of thy youth.
19 Let her bee as the loving Hinde and pleasant Roe, let her breasts satisfie thee at all times, and be thou ravisht alwayes with her love.
20 And why wilt thou, my sonne, be ravisht with a strange woman, and imbrace the bosome of a stranger?
21 For the wayes of man are before the eyes of the Lord, and he pondereth all his goings.