and I found more bitter than death the woman whose heart is snares and nets; her hands are bonds. A good man before God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be captured by her.
And the ambush was sitting for her in an inner room. And she said to him, The Philistines are upon you, Samson! And he broke the bowstrings like a thread of tow when it smells fire. And his strength was not known.