By much slothfulness the building decayeth; and through idleness of the hands the house droppeth through.
Every wise woman buildeth her house: But the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.
The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; Therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.
And we desire that every one of you do shew the same diligence to the full assurance of hope unto the end:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: And drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
The desire of the slothful killeth him; For his hands refuse to labour.
The hand of the diligent shall bear rule: But the slothful shall be under tribute.