Go to the ant, you lazy one, Observe its ways and be wise,
Which, having no chief, Officer, or ruler,
Prepares its food in the summer And
gathers its provision in the harvest.
How long will you lie down, you lazy one? When will you arise from your sleep?
'A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to rest,'
Then your poverty will come in like a drifter, And your need like an armed man.
A worthless person, a wicked man, Is one who walks with a perverse mouth,
Who winks with his eyes, who signals with his feet, Who points with his fingers;
perversion in his heart, continually devises evil, Who spreads strife.
Therefore his disaster will come suddenly; Instantly he will be broken and there will be no healing.
There are six things that the LORD hates, Seven that are an abomination to Him: