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- My son, pay attention to my wisdom, listen well to my words of insight,
- that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge.
- For the lips of an adulteress drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil;
- but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword.
- Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave.
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- She gives no thought to the way of life; her paths are crooked, but she knows it not.
- Now then, my sons, listen to me; do not turn aside from what I say.
- Keep to a path far from her, do not go near the door of her house,
- lest you give your best strength to others and your years to one who is cruel,
- lest strangers feast on your wealth and your toil enrich another man's house.
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- At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent.
- You will say, "How I hated discipline! How my heart spurned correction!
- I would not obey my teachers or listen to my instructors.
- I have come to the brink of utter ruin in the midst of the whole assembly."
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