³ Though the lips of the forbidden woman drip honey
and her words are^[a] smoother than oil,
⁴ in the end she’s as bitter as wormwood^(A)
and as sharp as a double-edged sword.^(B)

¹⁹ Remember^[a] my affliction and my homelessness,^(A)
the wormwood and the poison.^(B)