The sluggarddoes not plowafterthe autumn,So he begsduring the harvestand hasnothing.
Pooris he who workswith a negligenthand,But the handof the diligentmakesrich.
The soulof the sluggardcravesand [gets] nothing,But the soulof the diligentis madefat.
Lazinesscastsinto a deepsleep,And an idlemanwill sufferhunger.
The sluggardburieshis handin the dish,[But] will not evenbringit backto his mouth.
A planin the heartof a manis [like] deepwater,But a manof understandingdrawsit out.
The desireof the sluggardputshim to death,For his handsrefuseto work;
Then your povertywill come[as] a robberAnd your wantlike an armedman.
Goto the ant,O sluggard,Observeher waysand be wise,
He who watchesthe windwill not sowand he who looksat the cloudswill not reap.
