9 ^aHow long will you¹ slumber, O sluggard?
When will you rise from your sleep? ‡

10 A little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to sleep—

11 ^aSo shall your poverty come on you like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man. ‡

12 A worthless person, a wicked man,
Walks with a perverse mouth;

13 ^aHe¹ winks with his eyes,
He shuffles his feet,
He points with his fingers; ‡

14 Perversity is in his heart,
^aHe devises evil continually,
^bHe sows discord. ‡

15 Therefore his calamity shall come ^asuddenly;
Suddenly he shall ^bbe broken ^cwithout remedy. ‡

16 These six things the Lord hates,
Yes, seven are an abomination to¹ Him: ‡