Proverbs

⁸Provideth her bread 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 a robber, And thy want as an armed man. ¹²A worthless person, a man of iniquity, Is he that walketh with a perverse mouth; ¹³That winketh with his eyes, that speaketh with his feet, That maketh signs with his fingers; ¹⁴In whose heart is perverseness, Who deviseth evil continually, Who soweth discord.