Proverbs 6:1-11 ▼

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.

5 Saue thy self as a doo fro ye honde, & as a byrde fro the hode of the fouler.

6 Go to the Emmet (thou slogarde) cosidre hir wayes, & lerne to be wyse.

7 She hath no gyde, no teacher, no leder:

8 yet in the sommer she prouideth hir meate, & gathereth hir foode together i ye haruest.

9 How loge wilt thou slepe, thou slogish ma? Wha wilt thou aryse out of thy slepe?

10 Yee slepe on still a litle, slober a litle, folde thine handes together yet a litle, that thou mayest slepe:

11 so shal pouerte come vnto the as one yt trauayleth by the waye, & necessite like a wapened man.