^{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,

^{13 Ref} Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,

^{14 Ref} Frowardness `is' in his heart, devising evil at all times, Contentions he sendeth forth.

^{15 Ref} Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.

^{16 Ref} These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven `are' abominations to His soul.

^{17 Ref} Eyes high -- tongues false -- And hands shedding innocent blood --

^{18 Ref} A heart devising thoughts of vanity -- Feet hasting to run to evil --

^{19 Ref} A false witness `who' doth breathe out lies -- And one sending forth contentions between brethren.