1My son! if thou hast been surety for thy friend, Hast stricken for a stranger thy hand,
2Hast been snared with sayings of thy mouth, Hast been captured with sayings of thy mouth,
3Do this now, my son, and be delivered, For thou hast come into the hand of thy friend. Go, trample on thyself, and strengthen thy friend,
4Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,