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.
11Therefore thy pouertie commeth as one that trauaileth by the way, and thy necessitie like an armed man.