My son, pay attention to my wisdom,
Incline your ear to my discernment;
That you may keep discretion
And that your lips may guard knowledge.
For the lips of a strange woman drip honey
And smoother than oil is her speech;
But her end is bitter as wormwood,
Sharp as a two-edged sword.
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Drink water from your own cistern
And fresh water from your own well.
Should your springs be dispersed abroad,
Streams of water in the streets?
Let them be for you alone,
And not for strangers with you.
Let your fountain be blessed,
And be glad in the wife of your youth.