Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep; and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest you come to poverty; open your eyes, and you shall be satisfied with bread.
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
How long will you sleep, O sluggard? when will you arise out of your sleep?
The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh.