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,
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Proverbs 6
Proverbs 6:8-12