The lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb
and her mouth is smoother than oil.
But her end is bitter as wormwood,
sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her garments are the shadows of twilight.
In the deep of night is her tent.
Her bed is the depth of the Abyss.
Ruin to all who take hold of her
and destruction to all who possess her.
For her gates are the gates of death
and the entrance to the house of Sheol.
— “The Seductress” from Qumran