Her house is the road to Sheol, descending to the chambers of death.
Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to Sheol.
But they do not know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.
But outside are the dogs, the sorcerers, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters, and everyone who loves and
For her house sinks down to death, and her tracks to the departed spirits.
And I find more bitter than death the woman who is a snare, whose heart is a net, and whose hands are chains. The man wh