²⁴ The sluggard burieth his hand in the dish, And will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.

¹⁹ The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns; But the path of the upright is made a highway.

¹¹ Why drawest thou back thy hand, even thy right hand? `Pluck it' out of thy bosom `and' consume `them'.

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

¹⁰ `Yet' a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:

²⁷ The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting; But the precious substance of men `is to' the diligent.

¹⁵ Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.

³⁰ I went by the field of the sluggard, And by the vineyard of the man void of understanding;

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

³² Then I beheld, and considered well; I saw, 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 a robber, And thy want as an armed man.

¹³ The sluggard saith, There is a lion in the way; A lion is in the streets.

¹⁴ `As' the door turneth upon its hinges, So doth the sluggard upon his bed.

¹⁵ The sluggard burieth his hand in the dish; It wearieth him to bring it again to his mouth.

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

²³ And he answered and said, He that dipped his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me.

²⁰ And he said unto them, `It is' one of the twelve, he that dippeth with me in the dish.