The sluggard buries his hand in the dish and will not even bring it back to his mouth.
The way of a sluggard is like a hedge of thorns, but the path of the upright is a level highway.
How long will you lie there, O sluggard? When will you arise from your sleep? A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,
The sluggard says, “There is a lion in the road! There is a lion in the streets!” As a door turns on its hinges, so does a sluggard on his bed. The sluggard buries his hand in the dish; it wears him out to bring it back to his mouth. The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes than seven men who can answer sensibly.
I passed by the field of a sluggard, by the vineyard of a man lacking sense, and behold, it was all overgrown with thorns; the ground was covered with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down. Then I saw and considered it; I looked and received instruction. A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man.
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep, and an idle person will suffer hunger.
Whoever is slothful will not roast his game, but the diligent man will get precious wealth.
He said to them, “It is one of the twelve, one who is dipping bread into the dish with me.
He answered, “He who has dipped his hand in the dish with me will betray me.
Why do you hold back your hand, your right hand? Take it from the fold of your garment and destroy them!
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