1My son, listen to my wisdom; stretch your ear to my understanding.2In order to keep discretion and knowledge, let your lips guard it.3For honey drips from the lips of a stranger, and her palate is smooth from oil.4Yet her end is bitter like wormwood, sharp like a sword of lips.5Her feet go down to death; Sheol grasps her steps.6Lest you level the way of life, her tracks shake; do not know.7And now, sons, hear me and do not turn aside from the words of my lip.8Remove your way from her and do not come near the entrance of her house.9Lest you give your splendor to another and your years to a cruel one.10Lest strangers satisfy themselves with your strength and your toils be in a foreign house.11Then you will groan at your end, when your flesh and your body are finished.12And you will say, How I hated discipline, and my heart spurned argument.13And I did not hear the voice of my teachers, and to my teaching I did not stretch my ear.14In a little while I was in all evil in the midst of the assembly and the congregation.15Drink water from your pit and flowing streams from the midst of your well.16Your springs flow outside; streams of water are in the streets.17Let them be yours alone, and let nothing belong to strangers with you.18Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth.19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you at all times; may you be intoxicated always with her love.20And why do you wander, my son, with a stranger and embrace the bosom of a foreign woman?21For the ways of a man are before the eyes of the LORD, and he makes level all his tracks.22His iniquities capture the wicked, and in the cords of his sin he is grasped.23He dies without discipline, and in the abundance of his folly he wanders.