A slothful man hideth his hand in his bosom, and will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.
Why withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? Pluck it out of thy bosom.
The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting: but the substance of a diligent man is precious.
The way of the slothful man is as a hedge of thorns: but the way of the righteous is made plain.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The desire of the slothful killeth him; for his hands refuse to labor.
And he answered and said, He that dippeth his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me.
And he answered and said unto them, It is one of the twelve, that dippeth with me in the dish.