Give not sleep to thine eyes, Nor slumber to thine eyelids.
I will not give sleep to mine eyes, Or slumber to mine eyelids;
Lo, then would I wander far off, I would lodge in the wilderness. Selah
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.
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.