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,