Coverdale(i)
6 Go to the Emmet (thou slogarde) cosidre hir wayes, & lerne to be wyse.
7 She hath no gyde, no teacher, no leder:
8 yet in the sommer she prouideth hir meate, & gathereth hir foode together i ye haruest.
9 How loge wilt thou slepe, thou slogish ma? Wha wilt thou aryse out of thy slepe?
10 Yee slepe on still a litle, slober a litle, folde thine handes together yet a litle, that thou mayest slepe:
11 so shal pouerte come vnto the as one yt trauayleth by the waye, & necessite like a wapened man.