5Rescue thyself, as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
6Go to the ant, O sluggard! Consider her ways, and be wise!
7She hath no governor, Nor overseer, nor ruler;
8Yet she prepareth in the summer her food, She gathereth in the harvest her meat.
9How long wilt thou lie in bed, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise from thy sleep?
10“A little sleep,—a little slumber,—A little folding of the hands to rest:”