My son, listen to your father's instruction, And don't forsake your mother's teaching:
For they will be a garland to grace your head, And chains around your neck.
My son, if sinners entice you, don't consent.
If they say, "Come with us, Let's lay in wait for blood; Let's lurk secretly for the innocent without cause;
Let's swallow them up alive like She'ol, And whole, like those who go down into the pit.
We'll find all valuable wealth. We'll fill our houses with spoil.
You shall cast your lot among us. We'll all have one purse."
My son, don't walk in the way with them. Keep your foot from their path,
For their feet run to evil. They hurry to shed blood.
For in vain is the net spread in the sight of any bird:
These lay wait for their own blood. They lurk secretly for their own lives.
So are the ways of everyone who is greedy of gain. It takes away the life of its owners.