7She, that hath no prince, officer, or ruler,
8Provideth in the summer her provision, gathereth in harvest-time her food.
9How long, O sluggard, wilt thou lie down? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
10“A little more sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands in lying down;”
11But then will thy poverty come like a rover, and thy want as a man armed with a shield.
12A Godless person is a man of injustice, who walketh with a distorted mouth.