The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh.
Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
The merciful man doeth good to his own soul: but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh.
The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting: but the substance of a diligent man is precious.
The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.
How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow up himself.
And he shall snatch on the right hand, and be hungry; and he shall eat on the left hand, and they shall not be satisfied: they shall eat every man the flesh of his own arm: