1My son, if thou hast become surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand for a stranger,
2thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.
3Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, since thou hast come into the hand of thy friend: go, humble thyself, and be urgent with thy friend.
4Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids:
5deliver thyself as a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
6Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways and be wise:
7which having no chief, overseer, or ruler,
8provideth her bread in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
9How long, sluggard, wilt thou lie down? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
10A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest!