1 My son, if thou be surety for thy neighbor, and hast stricken hands with the stranger,

2 Thou art [a]snared with the words of thy mouth: thou art even taken with the words of thine own mouth.

3 Do this now, my Son, and deliver thyself: seeing thou art come into the hand of thy neighbor, go, and humble thyself, and solicit thy friends.

4 Give no sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

5 Deliver thyself as a Doe from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.

6 ¶ Go to [b]the pismire, O sluggard: behold her ways, and be wise.

7 For she having no guide, governor, nor ruler,


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