The sluggard burieth his hand in the dish, And will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.
The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns; But the path of the upright is made a highway.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting; But the precious substance of men is to the diligent.
And he said unto them, It is one of the twelve, he that dippeth with me in the dish.
And he answered and said, He that dipped his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me.
Why drawest thou back thy hand, even thy right hand? Pluck it out of thy bosom and consume them.
The desire of the sluggard killeth him; For his hands refuse to labor.