Go to the ant, O sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise.
Without having any chief, officer, or ruler,
She prepares her bread in summer and gathers her food in harvest.
How long will you lie there, O sluggard? When will you arise from your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,
And poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man.
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