Rotherham(i)
30 By the field of the sluggard, I passed, and by the vineyard of a man lacking sense;
31 And lo! there had come up all over it––thorns, there had covered the face thereof––thistles, and, the stone fence thereof, had been thrown down.
32 So I observed it, for myself, I applied my heart, I looked––I accepted correction:
33 A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest:
34 So shall come in, as a highwayman, thy poverty, and, thy want, as one armed with a shield.