^{4 Ref} Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,

^{5 Ref} Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

^{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,