LEB(i)
30 I passed by the field of a lazy person, and over the vineyard of a person lacking ⌊sense⌋;*
31 and behold, it was overgrown—all of it was covered with thorns, its surface with nettles, and ⌊its stone wall⌋* was broken down.
32 Then I myself saw and my heart* considered; I looked, and I took hold of instruction:
33 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands for rest,
34 and your poverty will come running, and your lack like an armed warrior.