Proverbs 5

My son, pay attention to my wisdom; incline your ear to my insight,

that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge.

Though the lips of the forbidden woman drip honey and her speech is smoother than oil,

in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a double-edged sword.

Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to Sheol.

She does not consider the path of life; she does not know that her ways are unstable.

So now, my sons, listen to me, and do not turn aside from the words of my mouth.

Keep your path far from her; do not go near the door of her house,

lest you concede your vigor to others, and your years to one who is cruel;

lest strangers feast on your wealth, and your labors enrich the house of a foreigner.

At the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are spent,

and you will say, “How I hated discipline, and my heart despised reproof!

I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my mentors.

I am on the brink of utter ruin in the midst of the whole assembly.”

Why should your springs flow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?

Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.

Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress, or embrace the bosom of a stranger?

The iniquities of a wicked man entrap him; the cords of his sin entangle him.

He dies for lack of discipline, led astray by his own great folly.