How long will you sleep, O sluggard? when will you arise out of your sleep?
Understand, you senseless among the people: and you fools, when will you be wise?
How long, you simple ones, will you love simplicity? and the scoffers delight in their scoffing, and fools hate knowledge?
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.
As the door turns upon its hinges, so does the slothful upon his bed.
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:
Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
Provides her food in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.
The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh.
O Jerusalem, wash your heart from wickedness, that you may be saved. How long shall your vain thoughts lodge within you?
There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.
And this, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.
Therefore he says, Awake you that sleep, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light.