⁹ How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of the sleep?

²⁶ As vinegar is to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes, so is the slothful to them that ^[a]send him.

¹⁹ The way of a slothful man is as an hedge of ^[a]thorns: but the way of the righteous is plain.

^24 (A)The slothful hideth his hand in his bosom, and will not put it to his mouth again.

⁴ The slothful will not plow, because of winter: therefore shall he beg in summer, but have nothing.

²⁵ The desire of the slothful ^[a]slayeth him; for his hands refuse to work.

²⁶ He coveteth evermore greedily: but the righteous giveth and spareth not.

¹³ The slothful man saith, ^[a]A lion is without, I shall be slain in the street.

³⁰ I passed by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man destitute of understanding.

³¹ And lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down.

³² Then I beheld, and I considered it well: I looked upon it, and received ^[a]instruction.

³³ Yet a little sleep, ^[b]a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.

³⁴ So thy poverty cometh as one that traveleth by the way, and thy necessity like an armed man.

¹³ The slothful man saith, ^[a]A lion is in the way: a lion is in the streets.

¹⁴ As the door turneth upon his hinges, so doth the slothful man upon his bed.

^15 (A)The slothful hideth his hand in his bosom, and it grieveth him to put it again to his mouth.

¹⁶ The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit, than seven men that can render a reason.