The hater of work says, There is a lion outside: I will be put to death in the streets.
Thorns are round the way of the hater of work; but the road of the hard worker becomes a highway.
Hate of work sends deep sleep on a man: and he who has no industry will go without food.
The eyes of the Lord keep knowledge, but by him the acts of the false man will be overturned.
I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?