6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard, observe her ways, and be wise;7 Which, having no harvest, scribe, or ruler,8 Prepareth, in the summer, her food, hath collected, in the harvest, her sustenance.9 How long, O sluggard, wilt thou lie? how long ere thou rise from thy sleep?10 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest:11 So shall come in, as a highwayman, thy poverty, and, thy want, as one armed with a shield.