ECB(i)
6 Go to the ant, you sloth; see her ways and enwisen:
7 who, having no commander, officer, or sovereign,
8 prepares her bread in the summer and harvests her food in the harvest.
9 Until when lie you down, O sloth? When rise you from your sleep?
10 A little sleep; a little drowsiness; a little clasping of the hands to lie down:
11 thus comes your poverty - as one who walks and your lack - as a man with buckler.