30. I passed by the field of a lazy person, and over the vineyard of a person lacking sense;
31. and behold, it was overgrown—all of it was covered with thorns, its surface with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down.
32. Then I myself saw and my heart considered; I looked, and I took hold of instruction:
33. A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands for rest,
34. and your poverty will come running, and your lack like an armed warrior.