⁹ How long will you sleep, sluggard?
    When will you arise out of your sleep?

²⁶ As vinegar to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes,
    so is the sluggard to those who send him.

¹⁹ The way of the sluggard is like a thorn patch,
    but the path of the upright is a highway.

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.

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.

¹³ The sluggard says, “There is a lion outside!
    I will be killed in the streets!”

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.

¹³ The sluggard says, “There is a lion in the road!
    A fierce lion roams the streets!”
¹⁴ As the door turns on its hinges,
    so does the sluggard on his bed.
¹⁵ The sluggard buries his hand in the dish.
    He is too lazy to bring it back to his mouth.
¹⁶ The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes
    than seven men who answer with discretion.