Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart. And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down. And I see -- I -- I do set my heart, I have seen -- I have received instruction, A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down. And thy poverty hath come 'as' a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!