The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; Therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.
He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand: But the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: But the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth; And thy want as an armed man.
A slothful man hideth his hand in his bosom, And will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.
Go to the ant, thou sluggard; Consider her ways, and be wise:
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.
The desire of the slothful killeth him; For his hands refuse to labour.
He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.