The sluggard says, There is a lion outside. I shall be slain in the streets.
The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns, but the path of the upright is made a highway.
The eyes of LORD preserve knowledge, but he overthrows the words of the treacherous man.
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep, and the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?