The foolfoldshis handsand consumeshis own flesh.
"Whyshould I takemy fleshin my teethAnd putmy lifein my hands?
The mercifulmandoeshimselfgood,But the cruelmandoeshimselfharm.
A lazymandoes not roasthis prey,But the preciouspossessionof a man[is] diligence.
The soulof the sluggardcravesand [gets] nothing,But the soulof the diligentis madefat.
The sluggarddoes not plowafterthe autumn,So he begsduring the harvestand hasnothing.
Howlongwill you liedown,O sluggard?Whenwill you arisefrom your sleep?
Wordsfrom the mouthof a wisemanare gracious,while the lipsof a foolconsumehim;
They sliceoff[what is] on the righthandbut [still] are hungry,And they eat[what is] on the lefthandbut they are not satisfied;Eachof them eatsthe fleshof his own arm.
