²⁴ A sluggard buries his hand in the dish;
    he will not even bring it back to his mouth!^(A)

¹⁹ The way of the sluggard is blocked with thorns,^(A)
    but the path of the upright is a highway.

⁹ How long will you lie there, you sluggard?^(A)
    When will you get up from your sleep?
¹⁰ A little sleep, a little slumber,
    a little folding of the hands to rest^(B)—

¹³ A sluggard says,^(A) “There’s a lion in the road,
    a fierce lion roaming the streets!”^(B)
14 As a door turns on its hinges,
    so a sluggard turns on his bed.^(C)
15 A sluggard buries his hand in the dish;
    he is too lazy to bring it back to his mouth.^(D)
16 A sluggard is wiser in his own eyes
    than seven people who answer discreetly.

³⁰ I went past the field of a sluggard,^(A)
    past the vineyard of someone who has no sense;
³¹ thorns had come up everywhere,
    the ground was covered with weeds,
    and the stone wall was in ruins.
³² I applied my heart to what I observed
    and learned a lesson from what I saw:
³³ A little sleep, a little slumber,
    a little folding of the hands to rest^(B)—
³⁴ and poverty will come on you like a thief
    and scarcity like an armed man.^(C)