8Provideth her meat in the summer, And gathereth her food in the harvest.
9How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
10Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:
11So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, And thy want as an armed man.
12A naughty person, a wicked man, Walketh with a froward mouth.
13He winketh with his eyes, He speaketh with his feet, He teacheth with his fingers;
14Frowardness is in his heart, He deviseth mischief continually; He soweth discord.
15Therefore shall his calamity come suddenly; Suddenly shall he be broken without remedy.