The sluggard says, *There is a lion outside! I will be killed in the streets!*
The way of the sluggard is like a thorn patch, but the path of the upright is a highway.
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep. The idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The eyes of the LORD watch over knowledge; but he frustrates the words of the unfaithful.
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?