My son, if thou art become surety for thy neighbor, If thou hast stricken thy hands for a stranger;Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, Thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, Seeing thou art come into the hand of thy neighbor: Go, humble thyself, and importune thy neighbor;Give not sleep to thine eyes, Nor slumber to thine eyelids;Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter, And as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
Be thou not one of them that strike hands, Or of them that are sureties for debts.If thou hast not wherewith to pay, Why should he take away thy bed from under thee?