Give not sleep to thine eyes, Nor slumber to thine eyelids.
I will not give sleep to mine eyes, Or slumber to mine eyelids;
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, Seeing thou art come into the hand of thy neighbour; Go, humble thyself, and importune thy neighbour.
Lo, then would I wander far off, I would lodge in the wilderness. Selah