¹My son, pay attention to my wisdom; ²that you may maintain discretion ³Though the lips of the forbidden woman drip honey ⁴in the end she is bitter as wormwood, ⁵Her feet go down to death; ⁶She does not consider the path of life; ⁷So now, my sons, listen to me, ⁸Keep your path far from her; ⁹lest you concede your vigor to others, ¹⁰lest strangers feast on your wealth, ¹¹At the end of your life you will groan ¹²and you will say, “How I hated discipline, ¹³I did not listen to the voice of my teachers ¹⁴I am on the brink of utter ruin ¹⁵Drink water from your own cistern, ¹⁶Why should your springs flow in the streets, ¹⁷Let them be yours alone, ¹⁸May your fountain be blessed, ¹⁹A loving doe, a graceful fawn— ²⁰Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress, ²¹For a man’s ways are before the eyes of the LORD, ²²The iniquities of a wicked man entrap him; ²³He dies for lack of discipline,