¹⁵ Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep.
    The idle soul shall suffer hunger.

²⁴ The sluggard buries his hand in the dish;
    he will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.

⁴ The sluggard will not plow by reason of the winter;
    therefore he shall beg in harvest, and have nothing.

¹³ Don’t love sleep, lest you come to poverty.
    Open your eyes, and you shall be satisfied with bread.

¹⁷ He who loves pleasure will be a poor man.
    He who loves wine and oil won’t be rich.

²⁵ The desire of the sluggard kills him,
    for his hands refuse to labor.
²⁶ There are those who covet greedily all day long;
    but the righteous give and don’t withhold.

²⁷ Prepare your work outside,
    and get your fields ready.
    Afterwards, build your house.

³⁰ I went by the field of the sluggard,
    by the vineyard of the man void of understanding:
³¹ Behold, it was all grown over with thorns.
    Its surface was covered with nettles,
    and its stone wall was broken down.
³² Then I saw, and considered well.
    I saw, and received instruction:
³³ a little sleep, a little slumber,
    a little folding of the hands to sleep,
³⁴ so your poverty will come as a robber
    and your want as an armed man.

¹⁴ As the door turns on its hinges,
    so does the sluggard on his bed.