²⁴ The slothful hath hidden his hand in a dish, Even unto his mouth he bringeth it not back.

¹⁹ The way of the slothful `is' as a hedge of briers, And the path of the upright is raised up.

¹¹ Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove `it'.

⁹ Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?

¹⁰ A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,

²⁷ The slothful roasteth not his hunting, And the wealth of a diligent man is precious.

¹⁵ Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall, And an indolent soul doth hunger.

³⁰ Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.

³¹ And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.

³² And I see -- I -- I do set my heart, I have seen -- I have received instruction,

³³ A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down.

³⁴ And thy poverty hath come `as' a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!

¹³ The slothful hath said, `A lion `is' in the way, A lion `is' in the broad places.'

¹⁴ The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed.

¹⁵ The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth.

¹⁶ Wiser `is' the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven `men' returning a reason.

²³ And he answering said, `He who did dip with me the hand in the dish, he will deliver me up;

²⁰ And he answering said to them, `One of the twelve who is dipping with me in the dish;