I passed by the field of a sluggard
By the vineyard of a man lacking sense
And behold, it was completely overgrown
It's surface was covered with nettles
And it's stone wall broken down
I looked and reflected upon it
I saw and received instruction
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands
Then your poverty will come upon you
Like a thief, like a vagabond
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands
Then your poverty will come upon you
Like a thief, like a vagabond
Go to the ant, O sluggard
Observe her ways and be wise
Which having no chief officer or ruler
Prepares her food in the summertime
And gathers her provision in the harvest
I passed by the field of a sluggard
By the vineyard of a man lacking sense
And behold, it was completely overgrown
It's surface was covered with nettles
And it's stone wall broken down
I looked and reflected upon it
I saw and received instruction
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands
Then your poverty will come upon you
Like a thief, like a vagabond
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands
Then your poverty will come upon you
Like a thief, like a vagabond
Go to the ant, O sluggard
Observe her ways and be wise
Which having no chief officer or ruler
Prepares her food in the summertime
And gathers her provision in the harvest
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands
Then your poverty will come upon you
Like a thief, like a vagabond
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands
Then your poverty will come upon you
Like a thief, like a vagabond
A little sleep
A little sleep
A little slumber
A little sleep
A little slumber
A little sleep
A little sleep