Webster(i)
1 My son, if thou art surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger,
2 Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.
3 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.
4 Give not sleep to thy eyes, nor slumber to thy eyelids.
5 Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.