Leeser(i)
30 By the field of a slothful man I once passed along, and by the vineyard of a man void of sense:
31 And, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, nettles had covered its surface, and its stone-wall was broken down.
32 And when I had indeed beheld this I took it to my heart: I saw it, and received a warning.
33 “A little more sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands in lying down;”
34 But then will thy poverty come like a rover; and thy wants as a man armed with a shield.