Her feet go down to death; her steps lay hold of Sheol.
In context
3For the lips of the woman who is not yours drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil; 4but in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a double-edged sword. 5Her feet go down to death; her steps lay hold of Sheol. 6She gives no thought to the path of life; her tracks wander, and she does not know it. 7Now then, sons, listen to me, and do not turn away from the words of my mouth.
