6 Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise;7 who, having no commander, overseer or ruler,8 provides her bread in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.9 How long will you rest, O sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?10 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest;11 so shall your poverty come as one walking, and your need like an armed man.