7 It has no chief, officer, or ruler.
8 In the summer, it prepares its food; in the harvest, it gathers its sustenance.
9 How long will you lie down, lazy? When will you rise up from your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands for rest—
11 like a robber shall your poverty come, and what you lack like an armed man.
12 A worthless man, an evil man, goes around with deceitful speech.
13 Winking in his eye, shuffling in his foot, pointing in his fingers,