The woman Folly is loud;
she is undisciplined and without knowledge.
She sits at the door of her house,
on a seat in the high places of the city,
calling out to those that pass by:
whoever is simple, let him turn here:
and says to those that lack judgement,
Stolen waters are sweet,
and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.
But little do they know that the dead are there,
and that her guests are in the depths of the hell.
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