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, sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?
10 A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:
11 So your poverty will come as a robber, And your scarcity as an armed man.
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