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My son, pay attention to my wisdom; Lend your ear to my understanding,
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That you may preserve discretion, And your lips may keep knowledge.
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For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil;
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But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
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Her feet go down to death, Her steps lay hold of hell.
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Lest you ponder her path of life-- Her ways are unstable; You do not know them.