8 Provides her bread in the summer, And gathers her food in the harvest.
9 How long will you sleep, sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:
11 So your poverty will come as a robber, And your scarcity as an armed man.
12 A worthless person, a man of iniquity, Is he who walks with a perverse mouth;
13 Who winks with his eyes, who signals with his feet, Who motions with his fingers;
14 In whose heart is perverseness, Who devises evil continually, Who always sows discord.
