American Standard Version of 1901
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My son, if sinners entice thee,Consent thou not.
If they say, Come with us,Let us lay wait for blood;Let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause;
Let us swallow them up alive as Sheol, {Or, Even the perfect}And whole, as those that go down into the pit;
We shall find all precious substance;We shall fill our houses with spoil;
{Or, Cast in thy lot}Thou shalt cast thy lot among us;We will all have one purse:
My son, walk not thou in the way with them;Refrain thy foot from their path:
For their feet run to evil,And they make haste to shed blood.
For in vain is the net spreadIn the sight of any bird:
And these lay wait for their own blood;They lurk privily for their own lives.
So are the ways of every one that is greedy of gain;It taketh away the life of the owners thereof.