8. Provides her supplies in the summer, Gathers her food in the harvest.
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.