8 She procures her food in the summer,stores up her provisions in the harvest.
9 How long, O sluggard, will you lie there?when will you rise from your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber,a little folding of the arms to rest—
11 Then poverty will come upon you like a robber,and want like a brigand.
12 Scoundrels, villains, are theywho deal in crooked talk.
13 Shifty of eye,feet ever moving,pointing with fingers,
14 They have perversity in their hearts,always plotting evil,sowing discord.