⁶ Go to the ant, you lazybones;
   consider its ways, and be wise.
⁷ Without having any chief
   or officer or ruler,
⁸ it prepares its food in summer,
   and gathers its sustenance in harvest.
⁹ How long will you lie there, O lazybones?
   When will you rise from your sleep?
¹⁰ A little sleep, a little slumber,
   a little folding of the hands to rest,
¹¹ and poverty will come upon you like a robber,
   and want, like an armed warrior.