1My son, if thou hast promised for thy friend, thou hast fastened thine hand at a stranger.
2Thou art bound by the words of thy mouth; and thou art taken with thine own words.
3Therefore, my son, do thou that that I say, and deliver thyself; for thou hast fallen into the hand of thy neighbour. Run thou about, haste thou, raise thy friend;
4give thou not sleep to thine eyes, neither thine eyelids nap.
5Be thou ravished, as a doe from the hand; and as a bird from the ambushings of the fowler.