²⁴ The sluggard buries his hand in the dish; He will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.

¹⁹ The way of the sluggard is like a thorn patch, But the path of the upright is a highway.

¹¹ Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!

⁹ How long will you sleep, sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?

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

²⁷ The slothful man doesn't roast his game, But the possessions of diligent men are prized.

¹⁵ Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep. The idle soul shall suffer hunger.

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

³¹ Behold, it was all grown over with thorns. Its surface was covered with nettles, And its stone wall was broken down.

³² Then I saw, and considered well. I saw, and received instruction:

³³ A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep;

³⁴ So shall your poverty come as a robber, And your want as an armed man.

¹³ The sluggard says, "There is a lion in the road! A fierce lion roams the streets!"

¹⁴ As the door turns on its hinges, So does the sluggard on his bed.

¹⁵ The sluggard buries his hand in the dish. He is too lazy to bring it back to his mouth.

¹⁶ The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes Than seven men who answer with discretion.

²³ He answered, "He who dipped his hand with me in the dish, the same will betray me.

²⁰ He answered them, "It is one of the twelve, he who dips with me in the dish.