For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil `is' her mouth,
Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings,
A deep pit `is' the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.
And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
To preserve thee from an evil woman, From the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman.
She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.
To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart `is' nets and snares, her hands `are' bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.