She sits at the door of her house, on a seat in the high places of the city, to call to those who pass by, who go straight on their ways, “Whoever is simple, let him turn in here.”
As for him who is void of understanding, she says to him, “Stolen water is sweet.
Food eaten in secret is pleasant.”
But he doesn’t know that the departed spirits are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.