8Prouideth her meat in the Summer, and gathereth her food in the haruest. 9How long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe? 10Yet a little sleepe, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleepe.11So shall thy pouertie come as one that trauaileth, and thy want as an armed man. 12¶ A naughtie person, a wicked man walketh with a froward mouth.