I find more bitter than death the woman whose heart is snares and traps, whose hands are chains. Whoever pleases God shall escape from her; but the sinner will be ensnared by her.
Now she had an ambush waiting in the inner chamber. She said to him, *The Pelishtim are on you, Shimshon!* He broke the cords, as a string of tow is broken when it touches the fire. So his strength was not known.