She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy is every one that retaineth her.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.

Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour.

For her house inclineth unto death, and her paths unto the dead.

Which forsaketh the guide of her youth, and forgetteth the covenant of her God.

To deliver thee from the strange woman, even from the stranger which flattereth with her words;

And they lay wait for their own blood; they lurk privily for their own lives.

Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird.

For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood.

The horseleach hath two daughters, crying, Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, yea, four things say not, It is enough: