Because of the cold the sluggard would not plough: he shall beg therefore in the summer, and it shall not be given him.
The slothful hand hath wrought poverty: but the hand of the industrious getteth riches. He that trusteth to lies feedeth the winds: and the same runneth after birds that fly away.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep, and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The sluggard willeth and willeth not: but the soul of them that work, shall be made fat.
And poverty shall come to thee as a runner, and beggary as an armed man.
The slothful hideth his hand under his armpit, and will not so much as bring it to his mouth.
Go to the ant, O sluggard, and consider her ways, and learn wisdom:
Counsel in the heart of a man is like deep water: but a wise man will draw it out.
Desires kill the slothful: for his hands have refused to work at all.
He that observeth the wind, shall not sow: and he that considereth the clouds, shall never reap.