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The vineyard of this man, who lacks judgment, and the field of the sluggard is 
overgrown with thorns, and nettles cover its face.  Its stonewall is in ruins; by 
much slothfulness the building decays and the rafters sag, and through idle 
hands the house drops through and leaks.  Therefore, do not love sleep or you 
will grow poor, but open your eyes!  Stay awake!  And you will have food to spare.
	Just go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways and be wise.  She 
has no commander, overseer, or ruler; yet, she stores her provisions in summer 
and gathers her food in the harvest, as does the wise son, but a disgraceful son 
sleeps during harvest; he regards the clouds and does not reap.
	The wise son tills his land and is satisfied with plenty of bread, and 
his soul is made fat.  His way is made plain and easy because in all hard work 
there is profit, for diligent hands bring wealth.  Although he may prize his 
possessions, he also gives without sparing, for a generous man will prosper, 
and he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed.  His diligent hands will 
rule.
	So, how long will you lie there, you sluggard?  When will you get up 
from your sleep?  For yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands 
to rest, so shall your poverty come as a vagrant and your want like a robber.

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