30 I passed by the field of the lazy one,+
By the vineyard of the man lacking good sense.
31 I saw that it was overgrown with weeds;
The ground was covered with nettles,
And its stone wall was broken down.+
32 I observed this and took it to heart;
I saw it and learned this lesson:
33 A little sleep, a little slumbering,
A little folding of the hands to rest,
34 And your poverty will come like a bandit,
And your want like an armed man.+