6 Go to the ant, you hater of work; give thought to her ways and be wise:
7 Having no chief, overseer, or ruler,
8 She gets her meat in the summer, storing up food at the time of the grain-cutting.
9 How long will you be sleeping, O hater of work? when will you get up from your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little rest, a little folding of the hands in sleep:
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