For they sleep not if they do not evil, And their sleep hath been taken violently away, If they cause not some to stumble.

Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.

Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids.

Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt?

A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'

Take his garment when a stranger hath been surety, And for strangers pledge it.

If thou hast nothing to pay, Why doth he take thy bed from under thee?

If from delivering those taken to death, And those slipping to the slaughter -- thou keepest back.

Take away dross from silver, And a vessel for the refiner goeth forth,

Take away the wicked before a king, And established in righteousness is his throne.

Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.