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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. 6 She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are hir wayes, that thou canst not knowe them. 7 Heare me therfore (o my sonne) and departe not fro the wordes of my mouth. 8 Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house. Proverbs 5:3-8, Coverdale Bible of 1535. Public domain.
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