The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh.
And one shall snatch on the right hand, and be hungry; and he shall eat on the left hand, and they shall not be satisfied: they shall eat every man the flesh of his own arm:
The sluggard will not plow by reason of the winter; Therefore he shall beg in harvest, and have nothing.
The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing; But the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting; But the precious substance of men is to the diligent.
The merciful man doeth good to his own soul; But he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh.
The words of a wise man’s mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow up himself.
How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?