7 It has no commander, no overseer or ruler.
8 Yet it prepares its provisions in summer and gathers its food at harvest.
9 How long will you lie there, slacker? When will you get up from your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep—
11 and your poverty comes like a bandit and your need like an armed man.
12 A scoundrel, a wicked man, is one who goes around with a perverse mouth,
13 winking his eyes, shuffling his feet, pointing his fingers,