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:11 Then loss will come on you like an outlaw, and your need like an armed man