A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep --

So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler, And your need like an armed man.

I will not give sleep to my eyes [Or] slumber to my eyelids,

Whatever your hand finds to do, do [it] with your might; for [there is] no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.

"Let him who is on the housetop not go down to take anything out of his house.

"And let him who is in the field not go back to get his clothes.

"Watch therefore, for you do not know when the master of the house is coming -- in the evening, at midnight, at the crowing of the rooster, or in the morning --

"lest, coming suddenly, he find you sleeping.