Proverbs 6:1-12

¹My sonne, if thou be surety for thy neighbour, and hast striken hands with the stranger,

²Thou art snared with the wordes of thy mouth: thou art euen taken with the woordes of thine owne mouth.

³Doe this nowe, my sonne, and deliuer thy selfe: seeing thou art come into the hande of thy neighbour, goe, and humble thy selfe, and sollicite thy friends.

⁴Giue no sleepe to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

⁵Deliuer thy selfe as a doe from the hande of the hunter, and as a birde from the hande of the fouler.

⁶Goe to the pismire, O sluggarde: beholde her waies, and be wise.

⁷For shee hauing no guide, gouernour, nor ruler,

⁸Prepareth her meat in the sommer, and gathereth her foode in haruest.

⁹Howe long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggarde? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe?

¹⁰Yet a litle sleepe, a litle slumber, a litle folding of the hands to sleepe.

¹¹Therefore thy pouertie commeth as one that trauaileth by the way, and thy necessitie like an armed man.

¹²The vnthriftie man and the wicked man walketh with a froward mouth.