Geneva(i)
30 I passed by the fielde of the slouthfull, and by the vineyarde of the man destitute of vnderstanding.
31 And lo, it was al growen ouer with thornes, and nettles had couered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken downe.
32 Then I behelde, and I considered it well: I looked vpon it, and receiued instruction.
33 Yet a litle sleepe, a litle slumber, a litle folding of the handes to sleepe.
34 So thy pouertie commeth as one that traueileth by the way, and thy necessitie like an armed man.