30 I passed by the field of a sluggard,by the vineyard of one with no sense;
31 It was all overgrown with thistles;its surface was covered with nettles,and its stone wall broken down.
32 As I gazed at it, I reflected;I saw and learned a lesson:
33 A little sleep, a little slumber,a little folding of the arms to rest—
34 Then poverty will come upon you like a robber,and want like a brigand.