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7It has no commander, no officer or ruler, 8yet it prepares its food in summer and gathers its provisions at harvest. 9How long, sluggard, will you lie there? When will you get up from your sleep? 10A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to lie down— 11and your poverty will come on you like a prowler, and your want like an armed man.
