3 For as a honeycomb the lips of a strange woman keep dripping,+ and her palate is smoother than oil.+

26 and I was finding out: More bitter than death+ [I found] the woman who is herself nets for hunting and whose heart is dragnets [and] whose hands are fetters.+ One is good before the [true] God if one escapes from her, but one is sinning if one is captured by her.+