4And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.
4And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.
1 My son! to my wisdom give attention, To mine understanding incline thine ear,
2 To observe thoughtfulness, And knowledge do thy lips keep.
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth,
4 And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.
5 Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
6 The path of life — lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths — thou knowest not.
5:4But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a twoedged sword.
5:4but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword.
5:4But her end is bitter as wormwood, and sharp as a two-edged sword.
5:4But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a two-edged sword.
5:4but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
5:4But her latter end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
5:4But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
5:4But in the end she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two-edged sword.
5:4But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.