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

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,

²⁴ The hand of the diligent ruleth, And slothfulness becometh tributary.

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

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

¹² that ye may not become slothful, but followers of those who through faith and patient endurance are inheriting the promises.