^{6 Ref} Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;

^{7 Ref} Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,

^{8 Ref} She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

^{9 Ref} Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?

^{10 Ref} A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,

^{11 Ref} And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.

^{12 Ref} A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking `with' perverseness of mouth,

^{6 Ref} Go to the ant, you hater of work; give thought to her ways and be wise:

^{7 Ref} Having no chief, overseer, or ruler,

^{8 Ref} She gets her meat in the summer, storing up food at the time of the grain-cutting.

^{9 Ref} How long will you be sleeping, O hater of work? when will you get up from your sleep?

^{10 Ref} A little sleep, a little rest, a little folding of the hands in sleep:

^{11 Ref} Then loss will come on you like an outlaw, and your need like an armed man

^{12 Ref} A good-for-nothing man is an evil-doer; he goes on his way causing trouble with false words;