11Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.
12The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.
13Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.
14Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.