6 Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:7 Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,8 Provides her meat in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.9 How long will you sleep, O sluggard? when will you arise out of your sleep?10 Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:11 So shall your poverty come as one that travels, and your want as an armed man.