These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven are abominations to His soul.

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

Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,

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

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

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

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

Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,

A false witness who doth breathe out lies -- And one sending forth contentions between brethren.

A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking with perverseness of mouth,

Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.

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

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

Frowardness is in his heart, devising evil at all times, Contentions he sendeth forth.

Eyes high -- tongues false -- And hands shedding innocent blood --

A heart devising thoughts of vanity -- Feet hasting to run to evil --

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

To preserve thee from an evil woman, From the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman.

Bind them on thy heart continually, Tie them on thy neck.

Hast been snared with sayings of thy mouth, Hast been captured with sayings of thy mouth,

In thy going up and down, it leadeth thee, In thy lying down, it watcheth over thee, And thou hast awaked -- it talketh with thee.

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,

For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.

They do not despise the thief, When he stealeth to fill his soul when he is hungry,

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

Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,

Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched?

So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.

Keep, my son, the command of thy father, And leave not the law of thy mother.

For a lamp is the command, And the law a light, And a way of life are reproofs of instruction,

He who committeth adultery with a woman lacketh heart, He is destroying his soul who doth it.

For jealousy is the fury of a man, And he doth not spare in a day of vengeance.

And being found he repayeth sevenfold, All the substance of his house he giveth.

A stroke and shame he doth find, And his reproach is not wiped away,

He accepteth not the appearance of any atonement, Yea, he doth not consent, Though thou dost multiply bribes!