Geneva(i)
4 Giue no sleepe to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.
5 Deliuer thy selfe as a doe from the hande of the hunter, and as a birde from the hande of the fouler.
6 Goe to the pismire, O sluggarde: beholde her waies, and be wise.
7 For shee hauing no guide, gouernour, nor ruler,
8 Prepareth her meat in the sommer, and gathereth her foode in haruest.
9 Howe long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggarde? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe?
10 Yet a litle sleepe, a litle slumber, a litle folding of the hands to sleepe.
11 Therefore thy pouertie commeth as one that trauaileth by the way, and thy necessitie like an armed man.