Geneva(i)
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.
12 The vnthriftie man and the wicked man walketh with a froward mouth.
13 He maketh a signe with his eyes: he signifieth with his feete: he instructeth with his fingers.
14 Lewde things are in his heart: he imagineth euill at all times, and raiseth vp contentions.
15 Therefore shall his destruction come speedily: hee shall be destroyed suddenly without recouerie.
16 These sixe things doeth the Lord hate: yea, his soule abhorreth seuen:
17 The hautie eyes, a lying tongue, and the hands that shed innocent blood,
18 An heart that imagineth wicked enterprises, feete that be swift in running to mischiefe,
19 A false witnesse that speaketh lyes, and him that rayseth vp contentions among brethren.