Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,
If I give sleep to mine eyes, To mine eyelids -- slumber,
Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
Do this now, my son, and be delivered, For thou hast come into the hand of thy friend. Go, trample on thyself, and strengthen thy friend,
All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.
for a messenger at a set time was going down in the pool, and was troubling the water, the first then having gone in after the troubling of the water, became whole of whatever sickness he was held.