Into the path of the wicked enter not, And be not happy in a way of evil doers.

Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,

The lips of a fool enter into strife, And his mouth for stripes calleth.

Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.

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

Remove not a border of olden times, And into fields of the fatherless enter not,

Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better is a near neighbour than a brother afar off.