6 Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise;

7 who, having no commander, overseer or ruler,

8 provides her bread in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.

9 How long will you rest, O sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?

10 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest;

11 so shall your poverty come as one walking, and your need like an armed man.