Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:
Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty: open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.
for the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh.