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Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;
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Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,
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She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
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Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
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A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
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And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.
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A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking [with] perverseness of mouth,
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Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,
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Frowardness [is] in his heart, devising evil at all times, Contentions he sendeth forth.
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Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
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These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven [are] abominations to His soul.
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Eyes high -- tongues false -- And hands shedding innocent blood --
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A heart devising thoughts of vanity -- Feet hasting to run to evil --
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A false witness [who] doth breathe out lies -- And one sending forth contentions between brethren.