Bible Verses About Young Men

But let them bee thine, euen thine onely, and not the strangers with thee.

Let thy fountaine be blessed, and reioyce with the wife of thy youth.

Let her be as the louing hinde and pleasant roe: let her brests satisfie thee at all times, and delite in her loue continually.

For why shouldest thou delite, my sonne, in a strange woman, or embrace the bosome of a stranger?

For the waies of man are before the eyes of the Lord, and he pondereth all his pathes.

His owne iniquities shall take the wicked himselfe, and he shall be holden with the cordes of his owne sinne.

Hee shall die for fault of instruction, and shall goe astray through his great follie.

My sonne, if thou be surety for thy neighbour, and hast striken hands with the stranger,

Thou art snared with the wordes of thy mouth: thou art euen taken with the woordes of thine owne mouth.

Doe this nowe, my sonne, and deliuer thy selfe: seeing thou art come into the hande of thy neighbour, goe, and humble thy selfe, and sollicite thy friends.

Giue no sleepe to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

Deliuer thy selfe as a doe from the hande of the hunter, and as a birde from the hande of the fouler.

Goe to the pismire, O sluggarde: beholde her waies, and be wise.

For shee hauing no guide, gouernour, nor ruler,

Prepareth her meat in the sommer, and gathereth her foode in haruest.

Howe long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggarde? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe?

Yet a litle sleepe, a litle slumber, a litle folding of the hands to sleepe.

Therefore thy pouertie commeth as one that trauaileth by the way, and thy necessitie like an armed man.

The vnthriftie man and the wicked man walketh with a froward mouth.

He maketh a signe with his eyes: he signifieth with his feete: he instructeth with his fingers.

Lewde things are in his heart: he imagineth euill at all times, and raiseth vp contentions.

Therefore shall his destruction come speedily: hee shall be destroyed suddenly without recouerie.

These sixe things doeth the Lord hate: yea, his soule abhorreth seuen:

The hautie eyes, a lying tongue, and the hands that shed innocent blood,

An heart that imagineth wicked enterprises, feete that be swift in running to mischiefe,