³⁰ I went past the field of a sluggard,^(A)
    past the vineyard of someone who has no sense;
³¹ thorns had come up everywhere,
    the ground was covered with weeds,
    and the stone wall was in ruins.
³² I applied my heart to what I observed
    and learned a lesson from what I saw:
³³ A little sleep, a little slumber,
    a little folding of the hands to rest^(B)—
³⁴ and poverty will come on you like a thief
    and scarcity like an armed man.^(C)