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My son, if thou art become surety for thy neighbor, If thou hast stricken thy hands for a stranger;
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Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, Thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.
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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;
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Give not sleep to thine eyes, Nor slumber to thine eyelids;
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Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand [of the hunter], And as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
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Go to the ant, thou sluggard; Consider her ways, and be wise:
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Which having no chief, Overseer, or ruler,
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Provideth her bread in the summer, And gathereth her food in the harvest.
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How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
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[Yet] a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep: