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

¹⁹ The way of the slothful man is as an hedge of thorns: but the way of the righteous is made plain.

¹¹ Why withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? pluck it out of thy bosom.

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 substance of a diligent man is precious.

¹⁵ Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.

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 travelleth; 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 a reason.

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

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