5Deliuer thy selfe as a doe from the hande of the hunter, and as a birde from the hande of the fouler.
6Goe to the pismire, O sluggarde: beholde her waies, and be wise.
7For shee hauing no guide, gouernour, nor ruler,
8Prepareth her meat in the sommer, and gathereth her foode in haruest.
9Howe long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggarde? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe?
10Yet a litle sleepe, a litle slumber, a litle folding of the hands to sleepe.