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Proverbs 5:3 - English Standard Version 2016

3 For the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, And her mouth is smoother than oil:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 For the lips of a loose woman drip honey as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil; [Ezek. 20:30; Col. 2:8-10; II Pet. 2:14-17.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And her mouth is smoother than oil:

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Common English Bible

3 The lips of a mysterious woman drip honey, and her tongue is smoother than oil,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 For the lips of a loose woman are like a dripping honeycomb, and her voice is smoother than oil.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 For the lips of a harlot are like a honeycomb dropping, and her throat is smoother than oil.

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Proverbs 5:3
10 Tagairtí Cros  

His speech was smooth as butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.


So you will be delivered from the forbidden woman, from the adulteress with her smooth words,


The mouth of forbidden women is a deep pit; he with whom the Lord is angry will fall into it.


Why should you be intoxicated, my son, with a forbidden woman and embrace the bosom of an adulteress?


to preserve you from the evil woman, from the smooth tongue of the adulteress.


With much seductive speech she persuades him; with her smooth talk she compels him.


to keep you from the forbidden woman, from the adulteress with her smooth words.


And I find something more bitter than death: the woman whose heart is snares and nets, and whose hands are fetters. He who pleases God escapes her, but the sinner is taken by her.


Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.


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