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.
12The vnthriftie man and the wicked man walketh with a froward mouth.
13He maketh a signe with his eyes: he signifieth with his feete: he instructeth with his fingers.
14Lewde things are in his heart: he imagineth euill at all times, and raiseth vp contentions.
15Therefore shall his destruction come speedily: hee shall be destroyed suddenly without recouerie.
16These sixe things doeth the Lord hate: yea, his soule abhorreth seuen: