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For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:
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But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a twoedged sword.
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Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
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Lest thou shouldest ponder the path of life, her ways are moveable, that thou canst not know them.
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Hear me now therefore, O ye children, and depart not from the words of my mouth.
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Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house:
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Lest thou give thine honour unto others, and thy years unto the cruel:
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Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; and thy labours be in the house of a stranger;
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And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,