Your povertywill comein like a vagabondAnd your needlike an armedman.
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.
Do not lovesleep,oryou will becomepoor;Openyour eyes,[and] you will be satisfiedwith food.
The sluggarddoes not plowafterthe autumn,So he begsduring the harvestand hasnothing.
For the heavydrinkerand the gluttonwill cometo poverty,And drowsinesswill clothe[one] with rags.
"A littlesleep,a littleslumber,A littlefoldingof the handsto rest,"
Then your povertywill come[as] a robberAnd your wantlike an armedman.
The foolfoldshis handsand consumeshis own flesh.
