Geneva(i)
1 My sonne, if thou be surety for thy neighbour, and hast striken hands with the stranger,
2 Thou art snared with the wordes of thy mouth: thou art euen taken with the woordes of thine owne mouth.
3 Doe this nowe, my sonne, and deliuer thy selfe: seeing thou art come into the hande of thy neighbour, goe, and humble thy selfe, and sollicite thy friends.
4 Giue no sleepe to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.
5 Deliuer thy selfe as a doe from the hande of the hunter, and as a birde from the hande of the fouler.