24:30 I passed by the field of a sluggard,
by the vineyard of one who lacks sense.
31 I saw that thorns had grown up all over it;
the ground was covered with weeds,
and its stone wall was broken down.
32 Then I scrutinized it. I was putting my mind to it—
I saw; I took in a lesson:
33 “A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to relax,
34 and your poverty will come like a bandit,
and your need like an armed robber.”