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Which, having no captain, Overseer or ruler,
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Provides her supplies in the summer, And gathers her food in the harvest.
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How long will you slumber, O sluggard? When will you rise from your sleep?
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A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep--
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So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler, And your need like an armed man.
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A worthless person, a wicked man, Walks with a perverse mouth;
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He winks with his eyes, He shuffles his feet, He points with his fingers;
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Perversity is in his heart, He devises evil continually, He sows discord.
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Therefore his calamity shall come suddenly; Suddenly he shall be broken without remedy.
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These six things the Lord hates, Yes, seven are an abomination to Him:
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A proud look, A lying tongue, Hands that shed innocent blood,