Those slack in their work are kin to the destroyer.
I have become a brother to jackals, a companion to ostriches.
The slack hand impoverishes, but the busy hand brings riches.
The words of a talebearer are like dainty morsels: they sink into one’s inmost being.
Laziness brings on deep sleep, and the sluggard goes hungry.
Whoever defrauds father or mother and says, “It is no sin,” is a partner to a brigand.
His master said to him in reply, ‘You wicked, lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I did not plant and gather where I did not scatter?
Do not grow slack in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord.
so that you may not become sluggish, but imitators of those who, through faith and patience, are inheriting the promises. God’s Promise Immutable.