Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; And thy labours be in the house of a stranger;
Strangers have devoured his strength, and he knoweth it not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knoweth not.
Give not thy strength unto women, Nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.
He will not regard any ransom; Neither will he rest content, though thou givest many gifts.
but as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.
Lest thou give thine honour unto others, And thy years unto the cruel:
And thou mourn at the last, When thy flesh and thy body are consumed,
For by means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread: And the adulteress will hunt for the precious life.
Whoso loveth wisdom rejoiceth his father: But he that keepeth company with harlots spendeth his substance.