⁴ Whoso is observing the wind soweth not, And whoso is looking on the thick clouds reapeth not.

¹³ The slothful hath said, `A lion `is' without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

²⁷ Withhold not good from its owners, When thy hand `is' toward God to do `it'.

⁴ Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.