The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh.
And he shall cut off on the right hand and be hungry; and he shall eat on the left, and they shall not be satisfied. Each man shall eat the flesh of his own arm;
The lazy one will not plow; after the autumn he shall beg in harvest and have nothing.
The soul of the sluggard desires and has nothing; but the soul of the hard worker shall be made fat.
Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
The lazy one does not start after his game, but the wealth of a hard worker is precious.
The merciful man does good to his own soul, but he who is cruel troubles his own flesh.
The words of a wise mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow him.
How long will you sleep, O sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?