Young's Literal Translation: Proverbs Page 6

5:11 And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,

5:12 And hast said, `How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised,

5:13 And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear.

5:14 As a little thing I have been all evil, In the midst of an assembly and a company.

5:15 Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well.

5:16 Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.

5:17 Let them be to thee for thyself, And not to strangers with thee.

5:18 Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth,

5:19 A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.

5:20 And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?

5:21 For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.

5:22 His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.

5:23 He dieth without instruction, And in the abundance of his folly magnifieth himself!

6:1 My son! if thou hast been surety for thy friend, Hast stricken for a stranger thy hand,

6:2 Hast been snared with sayings of thy mouth, Hast been captured with sayings of thy mouth,

6:3 Do this now, my son, and be delivered, For thou hast come into the hand of thy friend. Go, trample on thyself, and strengthen thy friend,

6:4 Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,

6:5 Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

6:6 Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;

6:7 Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,

6:8 She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

6:9 Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?

6:10 A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,

6:11 And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.