How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou rise out of thy sleep?
Wherefore he saith: Rise thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead: and Christ shall enlighten thee.
Wash thy heart from wickedness, O Jerusalem, that thou mayst be saved. How long shall hurtful thoughts abide in thee?
To day if you shall hear his voice, harden not your hearts:
And that knowing the season; that it is now the hour for us to rise from sleep. For now our salvation is nearer than when we believed.
O children, how long will you love childishness, and fools covet those things which are hurtful to themselves, and the unwise hate knowledge?
There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.
Go to the ant, O sluggard, and consider her ways, and learn wisdom:
Provideth her meat for herself in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
Thou wilt sleep a little, thou wilt slumber a little, thou wilt fold thy hands a little to sleep:
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep, and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest poverty oppress thee: open thy eyes, and be filled with bread.
As the door turneth upon its hinges, so doth the slothful upon his bed.
The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh, saying: