Coverdale(i)
30 I wente by ye felde of ye slouthfull, & by ye vynyarde of the foolish ma.
31 And lo, it was all couered wt nettels, & stode full of thistles, & ye stone wall was broke downe.
32 This I sawe, & cosidered it wel: I loked vpo it, & toke it for a warnynge.
33 Yee slepe on still a litle, slobre a litle, folde thine hodes together yet a litle:
34 so shall pouerte come vnto the as one yt trauayleth by ye waye, & necessite like a wapened man.