My son, do not walk in the way with them.
Keep your feet from their path,

For their feet run to evil
And they hasten to shed blood.

Then you will walk in your way securely
And your foot will not stumble.

For the Lord will be your confidence
And will keep your foot from being caught.

Watch the path of your feet
And all your ways will be established.

Do not turn to the right nor to the left;
Turn your foot from evil.

Her feet go down to death,
Her steps take hold of Sheol.

Prepares her food in the summer
And gathers her provision in the harvest.

Who winks with his eyes, who signals with his feet,
Who points with his fingers;

A heart that devises wicked plans,
Feet that run rapidly to evil,

Or can a man walk on hot coals
And his feet not be scorched?

She is boisterous and rebellious,
Her feet do not remain at home;

She has prepared her food, she has mixed her wine;
She has also set her table;

“Come, eat of my food
And drink of the wine I have mixed.

The lips of the righteous feed many,
But fools die for lack of understanding.

The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing,
But the soul of the diligent is made fat.

Abundant food is in the fallow ground of the poor,
But it is swept away by injustice.

Bright eyes gladden the heart;
Good news puts fat on the bones.

Do not love sleep, or you will become poor;
Open your eyes, and you will be satisfied with food.

He who is generous will be blessed,
For he gives some of his food to the poor.

Do not desire his delicacies,
For it is deceptive food.

Let your foot rarely be in your neighbor’s house,
Or he will become weary of you and hate you.

Like a bad tooth and an unsteady foot
Is confidence in a faithless man in time of trouble.

If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;
And if he is thirsty, give him water to drink;

He cuts off his own feet and drinks violence
Who sends a message by the hand of a fool.

And there will be goats’ milk enough for your food,
For the food of your household,
And sustenance for your maidens.

A poor man who oppresses the lowly
Is like a driving rain which leaves no food.

He who tills his land will have plenty of food,
But he who follows empty pursuits will have poverty in plenty.

Keep deception and lies far from me,
Give me neither poverty nor riches;
Feed me with the food that is my portion,

Under a slave when he becomes king,
And a fool when he is satisfied with food,

The ants are not a strong people,
But they prepare their food in the summer;

She is like merchant ships;
She brings her food from afar.

She rises also while it is still night
And gives food to her household
And portions to her maidens.