How long, O slothful one, wilt thou lie down? when wilt thou rise from thy sleep?
Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye foolish, when will ye understand?
How long, ye simple, will ye love simplicity? and mockers delight to mock for them, and the foolish hate knowledge?
Sloth will cast a deep sleep; and the soul of sloth shall hunger.
Thou shalt not love sleep lest thou shalt be dispossessed: open wide thine eyes, being filled with bread.
A door will turn upon its hinge, and the slothful upon his bed.
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to lie down:
Go to the ant, thou slothful one; see her ways, and be wise:
She will prepare in summer her bread, gathering her food in harvest.
The foolish one folded his hands together, and ate his flesh.
O Jerusalem, wash from evil to thy heart so that thou shalt be saved. How long shall purposes of thy vanity lodge in the midst of thee?
A man was sent from God, the name to him John.
And this, knowing the time, that already the hour ye should be awakened out of sleep: for now our salvation nearer than when we believed.
Wherefore he says, Awake, who sleeping, and arise from the dead, and Christ will enlighten thee.