The sluggard burieth his hand in the dish,\par\tab And will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.
The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns;\par\tab But the path of the upright is made a highway.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep;\par\tab And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting;\par\tab But the precious substance of men {\i is to} the diligent.
And he said unto them, {\cf6 {\i It is} one of the twelve, he that dippeth with me in the dish.
And he answered and said, {\cf6 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?\par\tab {\i Pluck it} out of thy bosom {\i and} consume {\i them}.\par
The desire of the sluggard killeth him;\par\tab For his hands refuse to labor.