Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.

He that winketh with the eye causeth sorrow: but a prating fool shall fall.

The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.

He that is surety for a stranger shall smart for it: and he that hateth suretiship is sure.

The wicked worketh a deceitful work: but to him that soweth righteousness shall be a sure reward.

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

He that begetteth a fool doeth it to his sorrow: and the father of a fool hath no joy.

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?