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- My son, give attention to my wisdom, Incline your ear to my understanding;
- That you may observe discretion And your lips may reserve knowledge.
- For the lips of an adulteress drip honey And smoother than oil is her speech;
- But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
- Her feet go down to death, Her steps take hold of Sheol.
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- She does not ponder the path of life; Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.
- Now then, my sons, listen to me And do not depart from the words of my mouth.
- Keep your way far from her And do not go near the door of her house,
- Or you will give your vigor to others And your years to the cruel one;
- And strangers will be filled with your strength And your hard-earned goods will go to the house of an alien;
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- And you groan at your final end, When your flesh and your body are consumed;
- And you say, "How I have hated instruction! And my heart spurned reproof!
- "I have not listened to the voice of my teachers, Nor inclined my ear to my instructors!
- "I was almost in utter ruin In the midst of the assembly and congregation."
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