For, their feet, to mischief, do run, and haste to the shedding of blood.

Do this then, my son, and deliver thyself, When thou hast come into the hand of thy neighbour, Go, haste thee, and urge thy neighbour;

Do not go forth to strive in haste, - lest thou know not what to do in the latter end thereof, when thy neighbour, hath put thee to shame.

A heart contriving iniquitous devices, feet hasting to run into mischief;

A man of fidelity, aboundeth in blessings, but, one hasting to be rich, shall not be held innocent.

A man, hasting to be rich, hath an evil eye, and knoweth not when want may overtake him.