⁹ How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?

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

¹⁹ The way of a slothful man is as a hedge of thorns, but the path of the righteous is made a plain.

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

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

²⁵ The desire of the slothful killeth him, for his hands refuse to labor;

²⁶ he coveteth greedily all the day long, but the righteous giveth and spareth not.

¹³ The slothful man saith, “There is a lion without! I shall 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 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 saw and considered it well; I looked upon it, and received instruction:

³³ Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep—

³⁴ so shall thy poverty come as one that wandereth, and thy want as an armed man.

¹³ The slothful man saith, “There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets!”

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

¹⁵ The slothful hideth his hand in his bosom; it grieveth him to bring it again to his mouth.

¹⁶ The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render an answer.