1 My son, if thou be surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger, 2 thou art snared with the words of thy mouth; thou art taken with the words of thy mouth. 3 Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, for thou hast fallen into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend. 4 Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids. 5 Escape as a roe from the hand of the hunter and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise, 7 Who having no guide, overseer, or ruler, 8 provides her food in the summer and gathers her food in the harvest. 9 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep? 10 Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep: 11 So shall thy poverty come as one that travels and thy want as an armed man.
12 A wicked man of Belial walks with a perverse mouth. 13 He winks with his eyes, he speaks with his feet, he teaches with his fingers; 14 there is perversion in his heart; he devises evil continually; he sows discord. 15 Therefore his calamity shall come suddenly; suddenly he shall be broken without remedy.
16 These six things does the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: 17 A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, 18 a heart that devises wicked imaginations, feet that are swift in running to evil, 19 a false witness that speaks lies, and he that sows discord among brethren.