Proverbs 6:3-14

³Do 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,

⁴Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,

⁵Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

⁶Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;

⁷Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,

⁸She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

⁹Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?

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

¹¹And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.

¹²A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking with perverseness of mouth,

¹³Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,

¹⁴Frowardness is in his heart, devising evil at all times, Contentions he sendeth forth.