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Proverbs 5:3 - New Revised Standard Version

3 For the lips of a loose 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  

with speech smoother than butter, but with a heart set on war; with words that were softer than oil, but in fact were drawn swords.


You will be saved from the loose woman, from the adulteress with her smooth words,


The mouth of a loose woman is a deep pit; he with whom the Lord is angry falls into it.


Why should you be intoxicated, my son, by another woman and embrace the bosom of an adulteress?


to preserve you from the wife of another, from the smooth tongue of the adulteress.


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


that they may keep you from the loose woman, from the adulteress with her smooth words.


I found more bitter than death the woman who is a trap, whose heart is snares and nets, whose hands are fetters; one who pleases God escapes her, but the sinner is taken by her.


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


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