Lazinesscastsinto a deepsleep,And an idlemanwill sufferhunger.
He alsowho is slackin his workIs brotherto him who destroys.
The sluggardburieshis handin the dish,[But] will not evenbringit backto his mouth.
Do not lovesleep,oryou will becomepoor;Openyour eyes,[and] you will be satisfiedwith food.
The sluggardsays,"There is a lionoutside;I will be killedin the streets!"
For the heavydrinkerand the gluttonwill cometo poverty,And drowsinesswill clothe[one] with rags.
"A littlesleep,a littleslumber,A littlefoldingof the handsto rest,"
She lookswellto the waysof her household,And does not eatthe breadof idleness.
Your povertywill comein like a vagabondAnd your needlike an armedman.
His watchmenare blind,Allof them knownothing.Allof them are mutedogsunableto bark,Dreamerslyingdown,who loveto slumber;
For this reasonit says,"Awake,sleeper,And arisefrom the dead,And Christwill shineon you."
For evenwhenwe were with you, we used to giveyou thisorder:ifanyoneis not willingto work,thenhe is not to eat,either.
