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Proverbs 5:3 - 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  

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


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


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


Why should you be infatuated, my son, with a loose woman and embrace the bosom of an adventuress?


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


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


to preserve you from the loose woman, from the adventuress with her smooth words.


And I found 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 distil 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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