7. For though she has no chief,no commander or ruler,
8. She procures her food in the summer,stores up her provisions in the harvest.
9. How long, O sluggard, will you lie there?when will you rise from your sleep?
10. A little sleep, a little slumber,a little folding of the arms to rest—
11. Then poverty will come upon you like a robber,and want like a brigand.
12. Scoundrels, villains, are theywho deal in crooked talk.