9 How long would you lie down, O lazy one? When do you arise from your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to lie down;
11 And your poverty shall come like a prowler, And your need as an armed man.
12 A man of Beliya‛al, a wicked man, Walks with a perverse mouth,
13 Winks with his eyes, shuffles his feet, Points with his fingers;
14 Perverseness is in his heart, Plotting evil at all times, He sends out strife.
15 Therefore his calamity comes suddenly; Instantly he is broken, And there is no healing.