Prov. 6:6-12
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Ye indolent and slothful! rise,

View the ant's labours, and be wise;

She has no guide to point her way,

No ruler chiding her delay:

Yet see with what incessant cares

She for the winter's storm prepares;

In summer she provides her meat,

And harvest finds her store complete.

But when will slothful man rise?

How long shall sleep seal up his eyes?

Sloth more indulgence still demands;

Sloth shuts the eyes, and folds the hands.

But mark the end; want shall assail,

When all your strength and vigour fail;

Want, like an armed man, shall rush

The hoary head of age to crush.

11 prov 3 13-17
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