⁹ How long will you sleep, O 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 slothful man is as a hedge of thorns,
    but the way of the righteous is made plain.

²⁴ A slothful man hides his hand in his bowl,
    and will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.

⁴ The sluggard will not plow because of the cold;
    therefore he will beg during harvest and have nothing.

²⁵ The desire of the slothful kills him,
    for his hands refuse to labor.

²⁶ He covets greedily all the day long,
    but the righteous gives and does not spare.

¹³ The slothful man says, “There is a lion without!
    I will be slain in the streets!”

³⁰ I went by the field of the slothful,
    and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding;
³¹ and it was all grown over with thorns,
    and nettles covered its surface,
    and the stone wall was broken down.
³² Then I saw, and considered it;
    I looked on it and received instruction:
³³ Yet a little sleep, a little slumber,
    a little folding of the hands to sleep,
³⁴ so your poverty will come like a stalker,
    and your need as an armed man.

¹³ The slothful man says, “There is a lion in the way!
    A lion is in the streets!”
¹⁴ As the door turns upon his hinges,
    so does the slothful upon his bed.
¹⁵ The slothful buries his hand in his bowl;
    it grieves him to bring it again to his mouth.
¹⁶ The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit
    than seven men who can answer reasonably.