Coverdale(i)
1 My sone, yf thou be suertie for yi neghboure, thou hast fastened thine hode wt another ma:
2 yee thou art boude with thine owne wordes, and taken wt thine owne speach.
3 Therfore (my sonne) do this, discharge thy self, for thou art come i to yi neghbours daunger. Go thy waye then soone, & intreate thy neghboure:
4 let not thyne eyes slepe, ner thine eye lyddes slomber.