6 Go to the ant, you sluggard; Consider her ways, and be wise:
7 Which having no chief, Overseer, or ruler,
8 Provides her bread in the summer, And gathers her food in the harvest.
9 How long will you sleep, O sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?
10 [Yet] a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:
11 So will your poverty come as a robber, And your want as an armed man.