She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
Whoso is gathering in summer `is' a wise son, Whoso is sleeping in harvest `is' a son causing shame.
And a sufficiency of goats' milk `is' for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!
The ants `are' a people not strong, And they prepare in summer their food,
Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
treasuring up to themselves a right foundation for the time to come, that they may lay hold on the life age-during.