YLT(i)
30 Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.
31 And lo, it hath gone up—all of it—thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.
32 And I see—I—I do set my heart, I have seen—I have received instruction,
33 A little sleep—a little slumber—A little folding of the hands to lie down.
34 And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!