1
My son, if thou be surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger,
2
Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.
3
Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.
4
Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.
5
Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
