The slothful man saith, There is a lion without, I shall be slain in the streets.
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 eyes of the Lord preserve knowledge; and he overthroweth the words of the transgressor.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?