Proverbs 6:11
And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.
And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.
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33A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down.
34And thy poverty hath come `as' a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!
9Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
10A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
16He is oppressing the poor to multiply to him, He is giving to the rich -- only to want.
15The wealth of the rich `is' his strong city, The ruin of the poor `is' their poverty.
15Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall, And an indolent soul doth hunger.
13Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied `with' bread.
23He is wandering for bread -- `Where `is' it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
22Troubled for wealth `is' the man `with' an evil eye, And he knoweth not that want doth meet him.
5Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
7There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth `is' abundant.
6Ye have sown much, and brought in little, To eat, and not to satiety, To drink, and not to drunkenness, To clothe, and none hath heat, And he who is hiring himself out, Is hiring himself for a bag pierced through.
4Poor `is' he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
10Lest strangers be filled `with' thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,
11And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,
19Whoso is tilling his ground is satisfied `with' bread, And whoso is pursuing vanity, Is filled `with' poverty.
11Wealth from vanity becometh little, And whoso is gathering by the hand becometh great.
14Thou -- thou eatest, and thou art not satisfied, And thy pit `is' in thy midst, And thou removest, and dost not deliver, And that which thou deliverest, to a sword I give.
12Sweet `is' the sleep of the labourer whether he eat little or much; and the sufficiency of the wealthy is not suffering him to sleep.
13There is a painful evil I have seen under the sun: wealth kept for its possessor, for his evil.
14And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
15As he came out from the belly of his mother, naked he turneth back to go as he came, and he taketh not away anything of his labour, that doth go in his hand.
3A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, `Is' a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.
21For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness clotheth with rags.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
23Abundance of food -- the tillage of the poor, And substance is consumed without judgment.
22In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
1Go, now, ye rich! weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon `you';
2your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
12A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking `with' perverseness of mouth,
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
14At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.
7Do not thy usurers instantly rise up, And those shaking thee awake up, And thou hast been for a spoil to them?
25Go not forth to the field, And in the way walk not, For a sword hath the enemy, fear `is' round about.
29and thou hast been gropling at noon, as the blind gropeth in darkness; and thou dost not cause thy ways to prosper; and thou hast been only oppressed and plundered all the days, and there is no saviour.
14A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.
15Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
27When your fear cometh as destruction, And your calamity as a hurricane doth come, When on you come adversity and distress.
16And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
17so that they lack bread and water, and have been astonished one with another, and been consumed in their iniquity.
9and those wishing to be rich, do fall into temptation and a snare, and many desires, foolish and hurtful, that sink men into ruin and destruction,
11Therefore, because of your trampling on the poor, And the tribute of corn ye take from him, Houses of hewn work ye have built, And ye do not dwell in them, Desirable vineyards ye have planted, And ye do not drink their wine.
11And come in on thee hath evil, Thou knowest not its rising, And fall on thee doth mischief, Thou art not able to pacify it, And come on thee suddenly doth desolation, Thou knowest not.
27Whoso is giving to the poor hath no lack, And whoso is hiding his eyes multiplied curses.
18By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.
10Therefore round about thee `are' snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.
4Hear this, ye who are swallowing up the needy, To cause to cease the poor of the land,
14At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This `is' the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!