Proverbs 5:1-5 ▼

1 My sonne, geue hede vnto my wysdome, & bowe thine eare vnto my prudece:

2 yt thou mayest regarde good councell, and that thy lippes maye kepe nurtoure.

3 For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.

4 But at ye last she is as bitter as wormwod, and as sharpe as a two edged swerde.

5 Hir fete go downe vnto death, and hir steppes pearse thorow vnto hell.