7 Which, having no captain,Overseer or ruler,
8 Provides her supplies in the summer,And gathers her food in the harvest.
9 How long will you slumber, O sluggard?When will you rise from your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber,A little folding of the hands to sleep—
11 So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler,And your need like an armed man.
12 A worthless person, a wicked man,Walks with a perverse mouth;
13 He winks with his eyes,He shuffles his feet,He points with his fingers;