7. Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,
8. She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
9. Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
10. A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
11. And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.
12. A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking [with] perverseness of mouth,
13. Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,
14. Frowardness [is] in his heart, devising evil at all times, Contentions he sendeth forth.