27. For a whore is a deep ditch; and a strange woman is a narrow pit.
28. Yea, she lieth in wait as a robber, and increaseth the treacherous among men.
29. Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath complaining? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
30. They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek out mixed wine.