6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise; 7 Which having no chief, overseer, or ruler, 8 Provideth her bread in the summer, and gatherest her food in the harvest. 9 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep? 10 'Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep' — 11 So shall thy poverty come as a runner, and thy want as an armed man.